My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.

Today, we’re very dependent on cheap energy. We just take it for granted – all the things you have in the house, the way industry works.

There’s something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she’s only measured water in it.

In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.

For unflagging interest and enjoyment, a household of children, if things go reasonably well, certainly all other forms of success and achievement lose their importance by comparison.

I really want a pet, and I really love animals.

I got a dog with a Napoleon complex. I have a Napoleon complex. We’re small. Anything big that we feel is threatening us, we want to fight. We’re not a pushover.

Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are God. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are God.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

Every man’s reputation proceeds from those of his own household.

My mom is American, so I was raised in her household in my formative years.