“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'