Kids are without a doubt the most suspicious diners in the world. They will eat mud (raw or baked) rocks, paste, crayons, ball-point pens, moving goldfish, cigarette butts, and cat food. Try to coax a little beef stew into their mouths and they look at you like a puppy when you stand over him with the Sunday paper rolled up.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.

I didn't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian.

Grandparenthood is one of life's rewards for surviving your own children.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.

Let me put it this way. According to my girth, I should be a ninety-foot redwood.