Tell me what we had was real, I whisper.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.

One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

You know about fixing cars, you're athletic, and you know when to shut up." "That last one isn't a skill." "Honey, trust me. It's a skill.

You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible

being afraid to take chances is scarier than actually doing things that challenge you.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

There is atleast one day for women but what about men's day?

Listen to people from your heart, as if your life depended on it, and you will find that in turn people will listen to you with all of theirs.

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough bends the cradle will fall Down comes the baby cradle and all.

Being in love is dangerous because you talk yourself into thinking you've never had it so good.

THE KNOWN CHILD I wondered to what extent people remained the same as they'd been when very young; if one peeled back the layers of living one would come to the known child.

I didn't like not having work and not having people return my calls.

By the way, I'm funniest when I'm not being funny. I'm better to laugh at than with, pretty much.

Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.