Maybe all that silence about my brother did something to me. I think it did. Not talking can make a guy pretty lonely

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?

DNA tells you all the secrets of life, ’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it.

Dear God, you created us in your likeness, our hearts are uneasy until they find you - From the film Sophie Scholl

Belief can convert the mundane into the miraculous.

Only a mother's heart can be Patient enough for such as he.

Nobody's ever tried the peace thing, ... We are selling it like soap.

What would aliens say when told earthlings shift clocks twice a year to fool themselves into thinking there's more sunlight?

The quickest way to become a millionaire in the airline business is to start out as a billionaire.

I'm quite influenced in this by one of my heroes, Montaigne, who thought a man's real task was to render as honest an account of himself as he could.

The partisan when he is engaged in a dispute, cares nothing about the rights of the question, but is anxious only to convince his hearers of his own assertions.

Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.