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“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel.

This is how you lose her.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her

“Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.”

Junot Díaz book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her

“… and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.”

Junot Díaz book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.”

Junot Díaz book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.”

Junot Díaz book Drown

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“Travel light. She extended her arms to embrace her house, maybe the whole world.”

Junot Díaz book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“I sat down next to her. Took her hand. This can work, I said. All we have to do is try.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her

“The thoughts he put in her head. Someone should’ve arrested him for it.”

Junot Díaz book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Source: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her

“Clavo saca clavo.
Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her

“Her last painting was of you, slouching against the front door: only your drowning I-had-a-lousy-Third-World-childhood-and-all-I-got-was-this-attitude eyes recognizable.”

Junot Díaz book This Is How You Lose Her

Source: This Is How You Lose Her