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Ari, it’s time you stopped running.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Breakfast seemed to be a good time for throwing your emotions around. Jodie said that at this place emotions were like Frisbees – people just tossed them around all day long like they were at a park.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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As far as I was concerned, the sun could have melted the blue right off the sky. Then the sky could be as miserable as I was.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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At twelve, he was very much still a child. Some boys were already on their way to becoming men at twelve. But not this boy, perhaps the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. He is as sad as he is beautiful. He wants to hold Andrés in his arms and tell him no harm will come to him. But he knows that harm has already come. He hopes it has not come to stay.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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I was darker than he was. And I’m not just talking about our skin coloring. He told me I had a tragic vision of life. “That’s why you like Spider-Man.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Being on the verge of seventeen could be harsh and painful and confusing. Being on the verge of seventeen really suck.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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I can prove there are madmen—but I can't prove the monster exists. Who was it that whispered the warning? Listen close, the sky is falling.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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So they made tamales and Ileana mostly made a mess, but she laughed all day and she was so happy and beautiful and Andrés thought that whatever her heart was made of, it burned, and it was the only light in the house that mattered.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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The thing about artists is that they tell stories. I mean, some paintings are like novels.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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So I was the son of a man who had Vietnam living inside him. Yeah I had all kinds of reasons for feeling sorry for myself. Being fifteen didn't help. Sometimes I thought that being fifteen was the worst tragedy of all.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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No extra credit for being decent human beings.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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That’s what his mother had told him, that Mexico tasted of maíz and the hands of the women who’d made tortillas for a thousand years.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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You can’t expect to go both ways when you’re driving on a one-way street.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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When I was a boy, I used to wake up thinking that the world was ending. I'd get up and look in the mirror and my eyes were sad.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Do you think, Ari, that love has anything to do with the secrets of the universe? I don’t know. Maybe.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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I could have asked my father lots of questions. I could have. But there was something in his face and eyes and in his crooked smile that prevented me from asking. I guess I didn’t believe he wanted me to know who he was. So I just collected clues. Watching my father read that book was another clue in my collection. Some day all the clues would come together. And I would solve the mystery of my father.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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There was something about the sound of a man in pain that resembled the sound of a wounded animal.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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That was how she said goodbye to the world. To the people she loved. She was going to leave this earth the same way her mother had. With all the grace of the old world. The old, dying world.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Maybe dogs were one of the secrets of the universe.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Like an animal. As if people weren’t animals. She tried to put a face on him. His eyes would betray the chaos of his heart, the riots that were exploding everywhere inside him. His eyes would be so black that they would shine blue in the sun.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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The problem is not that I don't love my mother and father. The problem is that I don't know how to love them.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Sometimes parents loved their sons so much that they made a romance out of their lives. They thought our youth could help us overcome everything. Maybe moms and dads forgot about this one small fact: being on the verge of seventeen could be harsh and painful and confusing. Being on the verge of seventeen could really suck.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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A heart so pure it was nothing but storm.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
