Quotes from Junot Diaz

To be called boycrazy in a country like Santo Domingo is a singular distinction; it means that you can sustain infatuations that would reduce your average northamericana to cinders.)

the only time she looked straight at anything was when she looked out a window.

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions". In fact, it's better than fine - it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

Dude wore his nerdiness like a Jedi wore his light saber or a Lensman her lens. Couldn't have passed for Normal if he'd wanted to

We went back to her place on Handy and before I could really put a hurt on her she stopped everything, dragged me up from her toto by my ears. Why is this the face I can't seem to forget, even now, after all these years? Tired from working, swollen from lack of sleep, a crazy mixture of ferocity and vulnerability that was and shall ever be Lola.

she has a four-year-old named Justin. She shows you pictures; kid looks like he'll be dropping an album if she's not careful.

Motherfucker was like three hundred years old, but because he had a car and a record collection and foto albums from his Vietnam days and because he bought her clothes to replace the old shit she was wearing, Nilda was all lost on him.

The world was ice and the ice burned with sunlight.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

Tarde venientibus ossa. To the latecomers are left the bones.

Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper

Dejah Thoris.

Travel light, was all she ever said about the house when he suggested he buy her a lamp or anything, and he suspected that she would have said the same thing about having more friends.

What is clear is that being a reader/fanboy (for lack of a better term) helped him get through the rough days of his youth, but it also made him stick out in the mean streets of Paterson even more than he already did.

Si me preguntan, diría que no creo que las maldiciones existan. Pienso que solo existe la vida. Y eso basta.

You, Yunior, have a girlfriend named Alma, who has a long tender neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you.

Mami might have been skinny, a bad thing on the Island, but she was smart and funny and that's hard to find anywhere.

Okay, we didn't work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren't good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours.

But hey, it's only a story, with no solid evidence, the kind of shit only a nerd could love.

She couldn't see me or she would have known that I thought she was beautiful.

una maldita borracha

He was like all boys: beautiful and callow, and like an insect he couldn't sit still.

The only thing that came close was how he felt about his books; only the combined love he had for everything he'd read and everything he hoped to write came even close.

What Hatüey said on the pyre is a legend in itself: Are there white people in Heaven? Then I'd rather to Hell)