Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World (Aristotle and Dante, #2)

by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

“We have to go home.” “I’m already home. I’m with you.”

You’re the rain and you’re the desert and you’re the eraser that’s making the word “loneliness” disappear.

“Just because I don’t talk about him doesn’t mean that I don’t think about him. My love for him is silent. There are a thousand things living in that silence.”

I thought he was only going to teach me how to swim in the waters of this swimming pool. Instead, he taught me how to dive into the waters of life.

But there was a difference between the art of running and the art of running away.

Sometimes I had beautiful words living inside of me and I just couldn’t push those words out so that other people could see they were there.

If we’re lucky. If we’re very lucky, the universe will send us the people we need to survive.

And I took his hand—and I held on to it. Sometimes you did discover all the secrets of the universe in someone else’s hand. Sometimes that hand belonged to your father.

No, that wasn’t true. I’d always have a father. I’d just have to look for him where he lived now. Inside my heart.

“Maybe life is made of the things we never dreamed of.”