When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

Little by little we human beings are confronted with situations that give us more and more clues that we are not perfect.

We've forgotten what it's like not to be able to reach the light switch. We've forgotten a lot of the monsters that seemed to livein our room at night. Nevertheless, those memories are still there, somewhere inside us, and can sometimes be brought to the surface by events, sights, sounds, or smells. Children, though, can never have grown-up feelings until they've been allowed to do the growing.

The greatest gift you ever give is your honest self.

If it's mentionable, it's manageable.

I don't think anyone can grow unless he's loved exactly as he is now, appreciated for what he is rather than what he will be.