You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view – until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large – I contain multitudes.