Benjamin Alire Saenz Quotes
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..and I thought it was nice that they knew how to talk and how to laugh and how to be in the world.
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Birds exist to teach us things about the sky.
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Her eyes were as sad as they were fierce.
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You can’t expect to go both ways when you’re driving on a one-way street.
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And why the hell was I thinking this crap while Sam was in the other room with a heart that would never be unwounded again? Maybe her heart would never heal. Maybe the hurt would live in her forever. So why in hell was I thinking such stupid and shallow things?
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I think I’m the stupidest smart boy who ever lived.
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Maybe this will be the summer when there is nothing but laughter. Maybe this will be the summer.
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People were wired to hell. He wanted to growl like a rabid mastiff when he heard someone say, "The body is a machine." What asshole thought of that? Screwed up and angry and wanting love, fucking desperate to get it and not knowing how to get it, and willing to do anything just to get a taste of it. Or worse, striking out because you couldn't get it-all that love you wanted. The body was not a machine. Machines and computers, he could deal with. There was always a solution for the problem. What was the solution for him?
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And understood that rage could be quiet. Could be soft. Rage didn’t have to be a killer.
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Maybe it had to be that way. Maybe she’d had to fight for everything, so the fight in her was permanent—like a scar or an immutable tattoo.
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And like everybody else in the known universe, she didn’t always let herself in on the truth.
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I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.
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I wanted to tell him that all the awful things that happened in the old world were dead. And the new world, the world we lived in now, the world we were creating, that world would be better. But I didn’t say it, because I wasn’t sure it was true.
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She had all this love in her eyes, and I swear I could drown in that love.
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Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
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And he wished her anger would come back because she was strong when she was angry.
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He thought that everyone should listen to her voice, because there was so much sadness and happiness in it, all at the same time. And he knew she could make the world be quiet, and he thought that maybe the world needed to be quiet. That was the problem with the world—it never stayed quiet long enough to listen.
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I’m not into all this academic stuff. Too much analysis. What ever happened to reading a book because you liked it?
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I’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.
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. . . Alive is a place. Alive is the new word for home.
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My father nodded. Ari, the problem isn't just that Dante's in love with you. The real problem--for you anyway--is that you're in love with him.
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Change is overrated.
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I'm trying not to be ashamed...
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I wondered if that’s what death sounded like. Like a snowflake falling on the ground.