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.

Perhaps we think that we won't find another human being inside that person. Perhaps we think that there are some people in this world who I can't ever communicate with, and so I'll just give up before I try. And how sad it is to think that we would give up on any other creature who's just like us.

How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us.

Life is deep and simple, and what our society gives us is shallow and complicated.

Love isn't a state of perfect caring, it is an active noun like struggle.

I believe it's a fact of life that what we have is less important than what we make out of what we have. The same holds true for families: It's not how many people there are in a family that counts, but rather the feelings among the people who are there.

Often, problems are knots with many strands, and looking at those strands can make a problem seem different.