He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.

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.

Ignorance and prejudice and fear go hand in hand

The proper function of man is to live-not to exist.

It's human nature to gripe, but I'm going ahead and doing the best I can.

I tend to think that immortal souls, invisible sky daddies, and Santa Claus all belong in the same basket. The disposition of that basket is left as an exercise for the reader.

Allowing your kids to watch TV doesn't have to mean they have no choice but to see commercials for junk food and alcohol.

You can't do in a race what you haven't prepared for.

Women's clutches are too small. I open my purse, and with some hydraulic force, a tampon shoots 12 feet into the air.

My ideal relaxation is working on upholstry. I spend hours in junk shops buying furniture. I do all the upholstery work myself, and it's like therapy.

I don't have an attitude, I have standards for the people who are supposed to be my friends.

[T]he atoms or elementary particles themselves are not real; they form a world of potentialities or possibilities rather than one of things or facts.