I did an expose of an institution for the population with developmental disabilities, and the institutions were closed as a result of the expose. Now the developmentally disabled are cared for in small community-based residences, and I've been working very hard over the decades to open as many of them as I can.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
Had I represented twenty thousand voters in Michigan, that political editor would not have known nor cared whether I was the oldest or the youngest daughter of Methuselah, or whether my bonnet came from the Ark or from Worth's.
If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?
Every good product I've ever seen is because a group of people cared deeply about making something wonderful that they and their friends wanted. They wanted to use it themselves.
Money can't be cared about - it's got to be a tool that you use, because if you don't use it, it will use you.
Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.
Those who are heartless, once cared too much.
At one point that's all I cared about, being a pro athlete. But I realized I wasn't athletic enough.
There was a time when all I cared about was the next game, the next party, the next tee time.
Each one to his own trade; then would the cows be well cared for.
If all I cared about was me, I could make a million. And that's what they will never understand.
You know, these guys want to talk about God; 'Oh, I want to thank God. I want to thank God. ' Listen, I'm a God-fearing man, go to church every Sunday and have since I was a boy. But if I ever found out that God cared one way or another about a borderline illegal fist-fight on Saturday night, I would be so greatly disappointed that it would make rethink my entire belief system.
Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn’t.
Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.
I thought people cared about music in a deep way, so I was writing to that spirit in people and in myself. It was me, thinking I knew what was up. Youth, who else can change the world?
If you cared enough about your characters, what happened to them was interesting. . . It's important to care about them. About who they are and what they do. . I don't really care whose side they are on, and they can be monstrous on the outside, or worse, on the inside, but you still have to want to spend time with them.
It is straightforward—and never mind, for now, about plagues and famines: if God existed, and if he cared for humankind, he would never have given us religion.
What makes you think that nonsense is bad? If they'd nurtured and cared for human nonsense over the ages the way they did intelligence, it might have turned into something of special value.
The first person I ever cared deeply and sincerely about was - myself.