Quotes from Junot Diaz

You have to decide where and when, you said. If you leave it up to me I'll want to see you every day.

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

Jesus, Oscar, Rudolfo said nervously. You look like they put a shirt on a turd

But she was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.

Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved, that we would be in bed together like the old times, with the fan on, the smoke from our weed drifting above us, and I'd finally try to say words that could have saved us. ________ ________ ________.

Writing checks with his mouth that his ass could never hope to cover.

But you know exactly what kind of world we live in. It ain't no fucking Middle-earth.

I always thought of myself as the Kaneda of our dyad, but here I was playing Tetsuo.

maybe she just doesn't like children. Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.

It's like Abuela says: Every snake always thinks it's biting into a rat until the day it bites into a mongoose. That

She should have kept running too but she beelined for home instead. Can you believe it? Like everybody in this damn story, she underestimated the depth of the shit she was in.

Ana Iris perguntou-me se eu o amava e eu falei-lhe das lâmpadas na minha antiga casa na capital, que estavam sempre a tremeluzir e uma pessoa nunca sabia se a luz se iria ou não abaixo. A gente interrompia o que estava a fazer e ficava à espera; não conseguíamos continuar enquanto as luzes não se decidissem. É assim que eu me sinto, disse-lhe eu.

But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls,' he wrote back, 'This is my home.

with snowballs and I feel Ramón sadden and I know he's thinking about his son and right then I want to put my arm around him, tell him it will be fine. Will you be coming by? Depends on how the work goes.

The day is the color of pigeons.

danced like a goat with a rock stuck in its ass.

Quieres saber de verdad cómo se siente un X-Man?d Entonces conviértete en un muchacho de color, inteligente y estudioso, en un ghetto contemporáneo de Estados Unidos. ¡Mamma mía! Es como si tuvieras alas de murciélago o un par de tentáculos creciéndote en el pecho.

He made her feel guapa and wanted and safe, and no one had ever done that for her. No one. On their nights together he would pass his hand over her naked body, Narcissus strokeing that pool of his, murmuring, Guapa, guapa, over and over again. (He didn't care about the burn scars on her back: It looks like a painting of a ciclón and that's what you are, mi negrita, una tormenta en la madrugada.)

I'm teaching English in Japan next year," she said matter-of-factly, "It's going to be amazing." Not "I'm thinking about..." or "I've applied but..." I AM.

heavier than bad luck and twice as ugly.

That was Demarest for you. Never a dull fucking moment.

Read more than you write, live more than you read

But then in the back of his head he remembered his family — remembered how he used to be when he was younger and more optimistic.

Hijo, you're the most buenmoso