Benjamin Alire Sáenz (born August 16, 1954) is an American poet, novelist and writer of children's books.
I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn't get--and never would get.
I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know
But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.
I do that with all of my characters. They have one of the flaws I have, and I zero in on that flaw.
Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
Absent parents aren't abusive per se. They're neglectful. They love in a very imperfect way. There are parents like that, and they do love their daughters and sons, but they're not parents in the way that we might think of it.
I wondered if my smile was as big as hers. Maybe as big. But not as beautiful.
If you can quit for a day, you can quit for a lifetime.
Young men and women come of age when they look at their parents and see them not only as their parents but as people. They gain a lot of compassion, and it's easier to accept their flaws.
If you want to be a writer, you don't want to live in a comfortable place.
Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.
For a moment, I thought of the word happy and it was a word that just, well, it felt like it was visiting me. I knew it wouldn’t last for very long and I’d be sad again and then it would be worse because it’s one thing to be sad and it’s another thing to be sad once you’ve been happy. Being sad after you’ve been happy is the worst thing in the world.
The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.
Words were different when they lived inside of you.
Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?