I hadn't even solved the mystery of my own body.

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.

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

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?

To be successful, innovation is not just about value creation, but value capture.

No wires tender even as nervescan transmit the impact ofour seasons, our catastropheswhile we are closed inside them

My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me “a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

You need that guy like a giraffe needs strep throat.

Every libel, which is called famosus libellus, is made either against a private man, or against a public person. If it be against a private man, it deserves a severe punishment.

That hurt querida, that really hurt

An urgent missive sent to Josephine Home in three days. Don't wash.

The guy I've never worked with that is pissing me off is Tom Hanks. I want to work with Tom Hanks more than anyone.

The happiest days of my youth were when my brother and I would run through the woods and feel quite safe.

He who studies medicine without books sails an uncharted sea, but he who studies medicine without patients does not go to sea at all.