To care for another person, in the most significant sense, is to help him grow and actualize himself.

I can only fulfill myself by serving someone or something apart from myself, and if I am unable to care for anyone or anything separate from me, I am unable to care for myself.

We are ultimately at home in the world not through dominating or explaining or appreciating, but through caring and being cared for.

Love is the selfless promotion of the growth of the other.

We are closest to people when we help them grow.

No one is exempt and everyone's pain has a different smell. At night, when all the colours die, they hide in pairsand read about themselves—in colour, with their eyelids shut.

But I knew that, both in fairyland and the real world, too, wishes were a slipperier things.

Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.

What day is it, ?” asked Pooh. “It’s today, ” squeaked Piglet.“My favorite day, ” said Pooh.

Life has everything in it. But you only see what your perception allow you to see

In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

I've decided to hire a 'food taster', not because I think anyone is trying to kill me, but because I want to make sure it's not to salty.

The dream of capitalism is to co-opt people with higher living standards without redistributing any wealth. Without co-optation, widespread repression is the only guarantor of gross inequality.

Why do a crappy film role when you can do a meaty stage role? and ...I'm not small and curvy and I don't fit the prerequiste for small, passive, sexy chicks.

Anything we need to know, we can learn it from a book. Reading, careful study, a little practice, and we’re throwing knives expertly, overhauling engines, speaking Esperanto like natives.