I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

All we do is work to maximise our consumption privileges and to be able to tell people at parties that we’re a lawyer, an artist or a police officer.

Be a yardstick of quality. Some people aren't used to an environment where excellence is expected.

People should know answers, should know questions. Should know the road to get to the place where they want!

It's really difficult to navigate attention and stardom and celebrity status and still try to maintain yourself and hold onto your intelligence and integrity. It's really challenging.

I think it's great to dress up and play on all the girly features.

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

The McGovern/McCarthy type candidacies have disappointed too many people, because of a disillusionment with the candidates themselves.

The price of freedom is to allow freedom. Very few people are willing to pay the price.

The orators and the despots have the least power in their cities ... since they do nothing that they wish to do, practically speaking, though they do whatever they think to be best.

When it comes to memoir, we want to catch the author in a lie. When we read fiction, we want to catch the author telling the truth.