“I like lights on buildings, because without them you wouldn't be able to see all the beauty in the world.” (About the lights on the football field at the local highschool.)

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.

'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

“I wasn't yawning, I was just letting some fresh air into my mouth.” (After being accused of being tired.)