Carl made me want to be the best human being I could be.

...we have something in common: our love for the boy Carl. We love him, it's as simple as that. When I became his stepmother, he was 26, but still a child... a highly neglected child... badly treated by his friends and his older brothers. Kind and industrious, terribly cleanly and anxiously pedantic. The great difficulty was that he was afflicted with attacks of rage. He once actually broke my nose. I care for this careless old child. I want to give him a little security. When he realises his grand project has gone the way of the world...

The man really [is] a child.

He's one of my closest friends in the industry. He makes me feel like a teenager — I have to act and think like an adult so much. He makes me feel young again.

See him as the child he was.

I like to think the old traditions live on, along with almost all of the children.

Kids are the ones who create; I find it really great to have my inner child still alive.

Great is the man who has not lost his childlike heart.

MC Kats cares so much about his children and he is a good dad toward my child. Him and I are very okay.

And I feel just like Jesus' son

This young man who did this act almost two weeks ago, I say to you, my dear, you are my son. And you will always be my son. I will always pray for you. I'll always wish you nothing but the best.

An honest man is always a child.

Anytime I could make Carl laugh, I knew I had a winner.

He is as like one, as one egg is like another.