Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.

One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

You know about fixing cars, you're athletic, and you know when to shut up." "That last one isn't a skill." "Honey, trust me. It's a skill.

You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible

being afraid to take chances is scarier than actually doing things that challenge you.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.

All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.

Parents aren't the people you come from. They're the people you want to be, when you grow up.

We only make a dupe of the friend whose advice we ask for we never tell him all and it is usually what we have left unsaid that decides our conduct.

That's what acting is - it's about... having the courage to allow your audience into the private moments of your characters' lives.

It is better to travel well than to arrive.

My paintings are so legible, I feel guilty.

I really believe in challenging myself, pushing myself to new places.

Knowledge exists in minds, not in books. Before what has been found can be used by practitioners, someone must organize it, integrate it, extract the message.

If you believe you are doing a good job in which you enjoy and like, then don't resign regardless of the pressures.

Love softens everything except our sense of integrity.