I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.

The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

I wondered if my smile was as big as hers. Maybe as big. But not as beautiful.

Water was something he loved, something he respected. He understood its beauty and its dangers. He talked about swimming as if it were a way of life.

How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?

The day he came home from the hospital, he cried. I held him. I thought he would never stop.I knew that a part of him would never be the same.They cracked more than his ribs.

You can’t expect to go both ways when you’re driving on a one-way street.

It started to rain and we just sat. Sat and watched the rain in silence.

Everyone was always becoming someone else.Sometimes, when you were older, you became someone younger. And me, I felt old. How can aguy who’s about to turn seventeen feel old?

I was getting an A for work. But not for talent. The story of my life.

As fallible humans, we usually slip too far over one edge or the other - all wrath and judgment or all grace and love.

From sixteen to twenty, all women, kept in humor by their hopes and by their attractions, appear to be good-natured.

It is almost as difficult to keep a first class person in a fourth class job, as it is to keep a fourth class person in a first class job.

My only experience with dances was what I had seen on TV, but it really wasn’t that far off. The theme appeared to be “Crepe Paper in the Gymnasium,” and they had mastered it perfectly.

Conscience. Conscience is the ultimate measure of a man.

My, how busy we become when we lose sight of how God loves us.

It is necessary for the heart to feel as for the body to be fed.

No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you." "It's part of being a 'good' family. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.

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