I was fifteen.I was bored.I was miserable.

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?

Too much reading is a bad habit. No one likes a girl who squints.

The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around....

I believe in humanitarian capitalism, and there are good people on Wall Street.

If you can talk the talk but cant walk the walk youll look like a fool. That's the risk but with great risk comes great reward.

It's far better to love impefectly than not to love at all.

Getting stressed and struggling to change the outcome of any past event is like arguing with an echo to make it see your point of view.

No drug is a cure, though. Drugs are just big pieces of tape they stick over warning lights.

You create your own decoration. You choose your color, you choose your mood. ... If you are depressed, you put some bright yellow and suddenly you are happy.

In my vision, the thing that man needs first and foremost is a meditative consciousness.

There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.