When you're a dad you can't keep your cool car. Fancy stereo, power windows, sunroof; the kids are going to kill all that stuff. Take an ordinary cookie. In the hands of a kid it becomes a sugar hand grenade. You have to take the car into the shop because chocolate chips are clogging the carburetor.

Yesterday I saved a baby, a boy, a man, and an old man from death, and all by simply not impregnating anybody. But I don't consider myself a hero. Merely heroic, and also unable to reach any of my lady friends on the phone.

All of god's grace in one precious little face.

Every child begins the world again.

I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity.