I find myself searching faces, but they all look the same.

It is a little bit of home for them.

I've never been prouder of my son.

Word got out. He only got two cookies. The rest went in 20 minutes.

As far as I'm concerned, there are two types of people in this world: people like Queeg who, when life gives them lemons make lemonade, and everyone else. And although those smug lemonade-makers think the rest of us just sit around all day day bitching about not getting oranges, they're wrong. It's all about volume. When you're ass-deep in lemons, you start looking for a shovel, not a pitcher and a cup of sugar

Because they feel that without them telling you to do this, you wouldn't have had the characters that you have, you wouldn't have the book that you have.