You have to be the bravest person in the world to go out every day, being yourself when no one likes who you are.

There are two types of teachers in the world: there are those who play school and teachers that teach school

—¿Y qué ocurre cuando uno muere?
—Tampoco yo lo sé.
—Entonces, ¿por qué tener miedo? —dice Oswald—. Yo creo que no ocurre nada.
Y si ocurre algo que es mejor que nada, pues mejor que mejor.
—¿Y si lo que ocurre es peor que nada? —le digo.
—No existe nada peor que nada. Pero si no es nada, no podré saberlo porque yo no seré nada.
Oyéndolo hablar así, siento que Oswald es un genio.
—Pero, y si no existes, ¿qué? —le pregunto—. El mundo entero seguirá viviendo
sin ti. Como si nunca hubieras pasado por aquí. Y el día en que todas las personas que has conocido también hayan muerto, será como si nunca, nunca hubieras existido. ¿No te
parece una pena que pase eso?
—Si salvo a Max, no. Si lo salvo, existiré para siempre.

The thing I like best about Max is that he is brave.” “What did he do that was brave?” “It’s not one thing,” I say. “It’s everything. Max is not like any other person in the whole world. Kids make fun of him because he is different. His mom tries to change him into a different boy and his dad tries to treat him like he is someone else. Even his teachers treat him differently, and not always nicely. Even Mrs. Gosk. She is perfect but she still treats Max differently. No one treats him like a regular boy, but everyone wants him to be regular instead of himself. With all that, Max still gets out of bed every morning and goes to school and the park and the bus stop and even the kitchen table.

Maybe we are all somebody's devil.

If you are foe, we do not fear you. If you are friend, your foes will be taught the fear of us.