“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.

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''

'There is no such thing as 'fun for the whole family.''