I love this child. Red-haired - patient and gentle like her mother - fey and funny like her father. When she giggles I can hear him when he and I were young. I am part of this child. It may be only because we share genes and that therefore smell familiar to each other.... It may be that a part of me lives in her in some important way.... But for now, it's jelly beans and 'Old MacDonald' that unite us.

Life is. I am. Anything might happen.

Even if your watch is full of diamonds the hour is still 60 minutes

Manuals have their uses ... but they are not to be confused with living.

I've always made a clear distinction between making a life and making a living.

I do not want to know what you will hope for. I want to know what you will work for. I do not want your sympathy for the needs of humanity. I want your muscle. As the wagon driver said when they came to a long, hard hill: ‘Them that’s going on with us, get out and push. Them that ain’t, get out of the way’.

Remember, most of us got something for nothing the first time just by showing up here at birth. Now we have to qualify.