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

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.

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?

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

The "question" is the source of human evolution and revolution.

I realised when it came to men, I did not pick the beautiful or the correct. I picked the wrong one.

We don't need to start our dream from the top all we need is to make a first step where we are standing right now and say my journey starts now

To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.

The United States can tell you all about what's wrong with the British, to say nothing of the Russians.

Ever since I was old enough to remember my own actions, I realized that when I am passionate about something, I must do it 130%, regardless of what other passions I may already be pursuing.

if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

I'm just a normal girl who really enjoys her job, and so you have to take the other things that come with being in the public eye.

The prudent see only the difficulties, the bold only the advantages, of a great enterprise; the hero sees both; diminishes the former and makes the latter preponderate, and so conquers.

Dad was a hypocrite. He could talk about peace and love to the world but he could never show it to his wife and son.