“Sometimes I think my father has all these scars. On his heart. In his head. All over. It’s not such an easy… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“The problem is not that I don't love my mother and father. The problem is that I don't know how to love… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“But what really bugged the living crap out of me was that my mother had more friends than I did. How saw… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“I came to understand that my father was a careful man. To be careful with people and with words was a rare… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Maybe the problem between me and my father was that we were both the same.” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Maybe everybody was kind. Maybe even my father. But Mr. Quintana was brave. He didn’t care if the whole world knew he… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Our parents are really weird,” he said. “Because they love us? That’s not so weird.” “It’s how they love us that’s weird.”… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
Absent parents aren't abusive per se. They're neglectful. They love in a very imperfect way. There are parents like that, and they… — Benjamin Alire Saenz Copy Share Image
“Sometimes parents loved their sons so much that they made a romance out of their lives. They thought our youth could help… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Her mother had left a note on the bathroom mirror, written in lipstick: just because my love isn't perfect doesn't mean I… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
Young men and women come of age when they look at their parents and see them not only as their parents but… — Benjamin Alire Saenz Copy Share Image
“Breakfast seemed to be a good time for throwing your emotions around. Jodie said that at this place emotions were like Frisbees – people… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry?… — Benjamin Alire Saenz Copy Share Image
“See, I think there are roads that lead us to each other. But in my family, there were no roads - just underground tunnels.… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“That was the first time I did coke. My body, it was electric. For the first time in my life I felt as if… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Did the thought ever occur to you that I might care about you? People are allowed to care about each other." "You don't know… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“Words exist only in theory. And then one ordinary day you run into a word that exists only in theory. And you meet it… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“I don't like remembering. Remembering makes me feel things. I don't like to feel things. I'm thinking I could spend the rest of my… — Benjamin Alire Saenz Copy Share Image
“In the distance, I can see a storm coming in, the dark clouds and the lightning on the horizon moving towards me. I wait… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
