I am reading one of the best books ever and here are some of its beautiful words.
"Poetry" He said. "It won't kill you."
"What if it does? Boy Dies of Boredom While Reading Poetry."
He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.
As Dante was watching me search the sky though the lens of a telescope, he whispered, "Someday, I'm going to discover all the secrets of the universe."
That made me smile. "What are you going to do with all of those secrets, Dante?"
"I'll know what to do with them," he said. "Maybe change the world"
I believed him.
"You talk funny," I said.
"Allergies," he said.
"What are you allergic to?"
"The air," he said.
That made me laugh.
Boys. I watched them. Studied them. In the end, I didn't find most of the guys that surrounded me very interesting. In fact, I was pretty disgusted.
"What's wrong with cassettes?"
"I don't trust them."
I thought that was a really weird thing to say. Funny and weird.
When Dante read the word "bastard" he smiled. I knew he loved saying it because it was a word he was not allowed to use, a word that was banned. But there in his room, he could read that word and make it his.
Words were different when they lived inside of you.