Abigail

“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.”
― J.G. Ballard

“Some simpleton with pimples in his voice wants to speak to Ernestine," he grumbled to Mother when he answered the phone.”
― Frank B. Gilbreth Jr., Cheaper by the Dozen

“Jesus Christ," he screamed, as if he had been saving this oath since his wedding day for just such an occasion. "Holy Jesus Christ. Who did that?"
"Mercy Maud," said Mother, which was the closest she ever came to swearing, too.
Bill, who was six and always in trouble anyway, was the only one with nerve enough to laugh. But it was a nervous laugh at that.
"Did you see the birdie, Daddy?”
― Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

“Dad, who knew that Mother’s favorite poet was Browning and suspected where the Robert came from, nevertheless bunched the fingers of his right hand, kissed their tips, and threw his hand into the air. “Ah, Robert,” he intoned, “if I could but taste the nectar of thy lips.”
― Frank B. Gilbreth Jr., Cheaper by the Dozen