Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

"I had a feeling there was something wrong with me. I guess I was a mystery even to myself. That sucked. I had serious problems."

"I had a rule that it was better to be bored by yourself than to be bored by someone else. I pretty much lived by that rule."

"I was ashamed of myself for being ashamed of myself. I didn't like feeling like that."

"Words were different when they lived inside of you."

"I noticed his smile was a little sad. Maybe everyone was a little sad. Maybe so."

"Because when you do something, you have to know exactly what you're doing."
"No one knows exactly what they're doing." I said.
"That's because people are lazy and undisciplined."

"I was harder than Dante. I think I'd tried to hide that hardness from him because I'd wanted him to like me. But now he knew. That I was hard. And maybe that was okay. Maybe he could like the fact that I was hard just as I liked the fact that he wasn't hard."

"I wondered where he'd learned to draw. I was suddenly jealous of him. He could swim, he could draw, he could talk to people. He read poetry and he liked himself. I wondered how that felt, to really like yourself. And I wondered why some people didn’t like themselves and others did. Maybe that's just the way it was."

"Maybe it was because Dante seemed to make himself fit everywhere he went. And me, I always felt that I didn't belong anywhere. I didn't even belong in my own body-especially in my own body. I was changing into someone I didn't know. The change hurt but I didn't know why it hurt. And nothing about my own emotions made any sense."

"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."

"I liked the way he looked at me. I thought he was the kindest man in the world. Maybe everybody was kind. Maybe even my father. But Mr. Quintana was brave. He didn't care if the whole world knew he was kind. Dante was just like him."

"I didn't know what to do with that piece of information. So I just kept it inside. That's what I did with everything. Kept it inside."

"I was hoping he wouldn't tell me about his counseling session. He didn't. I was glad about that. And then I was sort of mad he didn't. Okay, so I was moody. And inconsistent. Yeah, that's what I was."

"I sometimes think that I don't let myself know what I'm really thinking about."

"I have this idea that the reason we have dreams is that we're thinking about things that we don't know we're thinking about-and those things, well, they sneak out of us in our dreams."

"Maybe the problem between me and my father was that we were both the same."

"Maybe it's a terrible thing, to keep a war to yourself. But maybe that's the way it has to be."

"This is my problem. I want other people to tell me how they feel. But I'm not so sure I want to return the favor."

"Maybe my life isn't all that interesting but at least I'm busy. Busy doesn't make me happy. I know that. But at least I'm not bored. Being bored is the worst."

"Maybe my dad just didn't need words to get by in the world. I wasn't like that. Well, I was like that that on the outside, pretending not to need words. But I wasn't like that on the inside."

"There were a lot of guys in the world that would have killed to have what I had. So why wasn't I more grateful?"

"The fuy thing is, I sometimes think my mother loves my father more than he loves her. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe. Is love a contest?"
"What does that mean?"
"Maybe everyone loves differently. Maybe that's all that matters."

"You know what I've learned from you and Mom? I've learned not to talk. I've learned how to keep everything I feel buried deep inside of me. And I hate you for it."

"Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder."

"Storms always made me feel so small."

"Even though summers were mostly made of sun and heat, summers for me were about storms that came and went. And left me feeling alone."

"The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain."

"I didn't know that I was going to do the things I did. It wasn't like I had a plan. It wasn't like I was really thinking. Sometimes, you do things and you do them not because you're thinking but because you're feeling. Because you're feeling too much. And you can't always control the things you do when you're feeling too much. Maybe the difference between being a boy and being a man is that boys couldn't control the awful things they sometimes felt."

"Scars. A sign that you had been hurt. A sign that you had healed."

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