“What about you?"

"Not a clue. I keep wishing I could bake a cake or something.”

“But of course you can have your cake and eat it, too - if you decide to to bake a second cake. And you may well find that baking two cakes does not take twice the work of baking one.”

“Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.”

“Teaching boys to bake cakes? That's no way to maintain an industrial empire.”

“I wish you were here
I wish you were here
To see what I could see
To hear
And I wish you were here”

“It all smacks of trying to have your cake and eat it, although I’ve never understood that phrase. I don’t know what else you could do with a cake. Hold doors open, maybe.”

“What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!”

“I can sculpt a birthday cake out of shit and insist that I obviously mean cake, that my real intent is to wish you a happy birthday, but my intentions and protestations cannot turn crap into a delicious dessert.”

“I wish I could [keep a journal]. I have a lot of journals with one page half written in. I sometimes will write myself a quick email on my Blackberry when I think of something.”

“There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.”