“Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind.”

“Do grown men always have to play games? Does everything have to be an excuse for another kind of game? Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?”

“Children's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.”

“There are different kinds of love, Sarah. I feel one kind of love for your father. A special kind. Another kind for Warren. And still a different kind for you children.' She smiled at me. 'Heaven rue the day we can't feel love for one another. I wouldn't want to live in such a world, would you?”

“We agreed that no one who had not grown up in a little prairie town could know anything about it. It was a kind of freemasonry, we said.”

“I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?”