“What Is love? When I was growing up on the streets of Tijuana, I dreamed of being in love. My clothes were old, my pants worn, street water passed through my shoes and socks, but the stars still shined through my soul...”

“In my dream, I am not returning to Detroit to be with my parents. I'm not dreaming of being back in Mexico with my mom. I certainly don't dream to be back with Angelita! No, in my favorite dream, I go home... home to Nancy's house.”

“One day, I saw a tiny nopalito (cactus sapling) growing not too far from an old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house in Zacatecas. I told my mom that I would protect it from the wind and that I would water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and strong. My mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's a nopalito, it is it's struggle that makes it so beautiful...”

“Tell me what it is that you are hiding behind your eyes.Tell me of the pain, so I can make it go away.Tell me what it is that you are missing in your life.I want to be the angel who takes care of your soul.Finally I’m alive in your love. There is so much tenderness in your heart.There is so much spirit in your smile.But it is your innocence mixed with mischievousness that I love.I am with you to protect you for the rest of my life.Finally I’m alive in your love. Do not let anything dilute your smile ever again.To see you happy I would do anything, mi amor. You are the woman that I dream of late into the night.It is because of your smile that my life has meaning once again.Finally I’m alive in your love.And every day my love grows stronger for you.And the sadness that I once carried is forever gone.I thank destiny and God for putting you in my life.Since you came into my world, my dreams have all woken up. Finally I’m alive in your love.”

“YOUYou are that song that plays rarely on the radio,But when it does I have to sing it out loud…You are the water that formed a puddle on a rainy day,that I played in,When I was only eight years old.You are the first snowfall of the season,And the reason I like the morning...You’re a single seashell that washed up onto the shore.You are my set of old medalsHidden deep in a drawer…You are the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the planets. You are the first breath of a baby just born.Eres una dandelion que encuentro,I pull, make a wish, then blow.You are the sunrise that I tried to paint after I woke up in Eilat.You give the nights its meaning… to dream, while others just sleep.You are my 3rd grade valentine,Read, frayed and loved a thousand times.Eres perfección envuelto en humildad…Eres oro, plata, y diamantes…Eres mi querido viejito Pooh, que nunca lo abandonare.You are my first time driving my brother’s Impala,When I was just fourteen.You are the name hidden deep inside my name…And I’m the fingers interlaced with yours.Eres el PS: I love you at the end la carta,Y yo soy el PS: I love you too.Somos el principio, el medio y la ultima palabraDe mi libro final.Eternamente nosotros, nosotros, nosotros…Porque nosotros siempre es mejorQue solamente… yo…YOU”

“I don't really think of myself as an inspirational person. Instead, I tend to think of myself as being more like one of those guys standing on a busy street corner, twirling a a big pointed arrow. Except that my sign points toward Heaven.”

“I want someone to love me for me, faults and all.Someone who cant fall asleep without being her last call.Someone who wants to be my last goodnight and my first hello.Someone who will hold my hand and not let it go.Someone who means it when she says, 'I will leave you never.'Someone who looks into my eyes and sees her... Forever.”