Sal And Gabi Break The Universe Quotes

WHEN I’M GOOD, I’M VERY GOOD, BUT WHEN I’M BAD, I’M BETTER.”—MAE WEST.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.

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Qué se yo!” he answered. “Puede ser que un diablo glotón vino y se lo voló. Este mundo está lleno de demonios que se pasan el día entero haciendo trampas y trucos.

Fear is your body trying to tell your brain what to do. But the brain is the king of the body. It calls the shots.

novel she didn’t recognize called Sal and Gabi Break the Universe.

Y si no tienes ninguna defensa para ofrecer, te digo ‘¡Chao pesca’o!’ ahora mismo.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.” —e. e. cummings

tried the My Little Pony approach to handling bullies. “Sorry. Just trying to help.” And I started to walk away.

and started to unlock the door. On the other side of the door, a bunch of voices started talking at the same time. “What the—?” “Oh God, it’s late! We’re behind schedule!” “We gotta hide the—!” “Stall them! Stall them!” I don’t know about you, but that sounded like a burglary in progress to me. Gabi and I traded looks. “Who’s in your house?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I said.

Gabi, I was noticing, was a very forgiving person. I've noticed that sometimes smart people aren't. They're more interested in being right, being on top, and they think that means crushing the competition with their huge brains. But Gabi didn't need to put others down to raise herself up. Interesting.

Then in my defense, Principal Torres, I was trying to be nice.” “Nice?!” Principal Torres stood up and leaned over her desk. Ain’t gonna lie: I flinched. “You nearly scared Gladis to death!” I shrugged. “The road to heart attacks is paved with good intentions.

He’s going to make it, Mama. Iggy’s going to beat this.” Ms. Reál used both hands to squeeze Gabi’s arm. “We’ll see, mija. That may not be Iggy’s path. If it isn’t, we’re here to ease his passing, and to love him.” Gabi looked at the ceiling. The line of her bottom lip trembled like a sound wave. “But you’ve been praying. You pray all the time. Isn’t this what prayer is for?” Ms. Reál kissed her daughter’s arm. “God isn’t a genie, mija. He doesn’t grant wishes. I pray to know Him better. To partake of divinity.” Gabi hugged her mami even more fiercely. But she aimed angry eyes at heaven.

she added, “Wait. You have a lie detector?

Since she couldn’t break me with her eyes, she went back behind her desk, sat down, and pressed a button on her phone. “Mr. Milagros,” she said, “are you there?” A second later, a crackly walkie-talkie voice with a thick Cuban accent said, “Para servirle.” “How is the chicken cleanup going?” “¿Bueno?” he began, stretching the word out to three seconds. Usually, “bueno” means “good,” but the way he said it then meant “welp.” And that’s all he said. “Mr. Milagros, are you still there?” “Para servirle.” Principal Torres massaged her forehead. “Me puede servir by telling me about the mess you had to clean up.” “¿Bueno?” She waited five Mississippis, tapping each second out on the desk with her finger. Then, carefully controlling her voice, she asked, “What does ‘bueno’ mean?” He sighed. “It’s like this. I went back to the locker to clean it up. Made up a whole new bucket of cleaner for it, bien fuerte. Like, I could mop up a dead body with it, because basically that’s what it was, a dead chicken body. If a student accidentally tripped and fell in my mop bucket, ooh, sería un desastre! It’d turn that kid into Kool-Aid.” “The chicken, Mr. Milagros. Did you clean it up?” The walkie-talkie crackled as Mr. Milagros put his thoughts in order. “¿Bueno? I was going to. I was all ready to. But when I got to the lockers, no chicken.

she saw a novel she didn’t recognize called Sal and Gabi Break the Universe.

Yasmany did a 180 and looked around wildly.

Dude, your poop is so played out. Don’t try to play me with your played-out poop.

He slapped my diabetes bag out of my hands. It hit the ground with a glassy crunch. My stomach crunched right along with it. That pack contained my insulin, my syringes, my blood-glucose meter, my sharps disposal container (for used needles), my Band-Aids, and a fun-size bag of Skittles. If he broke something important in that pack, I could be in real trouble.

Oh, no, nuh-uh, no way. You’re not getting off so easily, Sal. Something’s fishy here,

it didn’t really matter whether they were enjoying themselves or not. They had me surrounded just the same. I was trapped.

tucked the six-pack ring back into my pocket. A different kind of trick was called for today. I leaped for the handhold above me, hard as I could. I slapped at the wall. I stretched my fingers as far as they would go.

Yasmany shot up out of his chair and yelled, “He’s a liar!” Between the words “a” and “liar” he added a word that students do not say in front of principals.

In Connecticut, kids hooted like in Planet of the Apes whenever a fight was about to start, jumping up and down and beating on each other in anticipation of someone getting wedgied back to the Stone Age.

Gabi uncrossed her arms and opened the hand I’d shaken earlier. She gasped. Both Yasmany and Principal Torres craned their necks to see. And they gasped just as gaspily when they saw I had stamped Gabi’s palm with the word GOTCHA! in black ink.

No,” said Principal Torres. “You were having a bad day. Now you’re having the worst day of your young life. Because now I have to expel you.

Annnnnnd I didn’t even get close. I fell.

My dream, someday, is to be that deep guy who always says the right thing to everybody. I have my beard planned out and everything. So I stood slowly and, my voice dripping with wisdom, clapped a hand on his shoulder and said, “Being patient is the most important part of being a gentleman.” “You are a submarine sandwich,” he said, and walked out of the cafeteria.

What's happening?" asked Gabi. "Everything," I answered, relaxing and relaxing. "Everything at once.

The giant taco is flying. It's like your own personal dragon mount, except it's a taco. Breathe out. Soar the skies on your giant taco, Gabi!

See, that’s the real secret of dealing with bullies: Change the game. You thought we were going to fistfight, Mr. Tough Guy, but—surprise!—suddenly we’re talking about murdered poultry.

One of the ways you know if an adult has been broken by life is if they never laugh anymore. Principal Torres? That woman bellowed. I mean, she laughed like the Loch Ness monster would, if it existed.

Like any proper Cuban gathering, it took the adults another forty-five minutes of conversation to actually say good-bye.

My instincts told me to run. So I did—right over to Gabi.

I could almost hear him powering up. I could almost hear his eyes narrowing, his warrior’s smile spreading over his face. “Para servirle,” he said, two octaves down from his normal voice. And then he hung up.

Your phone gets bars across universes?” She nodded philosophically. “It pay’ to buy the righ’ plan, Pipo.

You see, Mr. Vidón, back in the day in Venezia, anyone could disguise themselves in a bauta mask: ricco o povero, uomo o donna, it didn’t matter. You had to treat everyone in a bauta mask with respect, because you never knew whose face was underneath. It was a way for everyone to play, to have fun together, to make everyone equal, for a little while, anyway. This mask, it was a tool for freedom.

The problem with pretending is that eventually you have to stop. It never, ever, ever lasts long enough.

The chicken, Mr. Milagros. Did you clean it up?” The walkie-talkie crackled as Mr. Milagros put his thoughts in order. “¿Bueno? I was going to. I was all ready to. But when I got to the lockers, no chicken.” The other three people in the office looked at me, a little stunned, a little scared, and yeah, I think, a little impressed.

It took me only a few seconds to come up with three possible scenarios regarding the [lie detector.] [...] Whichever of the three was right, the audience couldn’t know for sure. [...] But all of them would be watching me, and judging me based on how I reacted. In other words, the only real lie detector onstage, the only one people would really trust, was me.

I stopped one step down. What did you just say, brain? Nothing, said my brain, slowly eating an imaginary sandwich.

[T]he bathroom was gender-neutral. It depicted a variety of people icons with these words underneath: WE DON'T CARE. JUST PEE NEATLY.

I mean, I tried to throw the door open. But the criminals in my house had sett he chain lock.

Woah,” said the entropy sweeper. I could literally hear it misspelling “whoa.

Now that I’d seen it from the inside, I had a whole different perspective. Emotion literally changes your eyesight. I would have to remember that.

Gabi, I was noticing, was a very forgiving person. I’ve noticed that sometimes smart people aren’t. They’re more interested in being right, being on top, and they think that means crushing the competition with their huge brains. But Gabi didn’t need to put others down to raise herself up.

Can a class-eight artificial intelligence lie?” “Oh yeah, sure. I lie all the time. I’m lying right now.” My brain short-circuited a little. “But if you’re lying about lying…But if you’re telling the truth about lying…” “I just blew your mind, didn’t I, kid? Bwa-ha-ha!

He thought. He blinked. He cocked his head at the happy class of kids. And then he got it. Like, I could almost hear his brain go click.

I love it when adults remember to behave themselves. They forget all the time. Hard to blame them, though. They haven’t been kids for a long while.

Your dead wife. In the flesh. I danced with her.

Humans,” the machine grumbled. “Even the nice ones turn on you.

My first impulse was to talk smack about Mr. Lynott, be funny, make Octavio laugh and therefore like me. But half a second’s pause and I knew that’s not how you treat people, especially not people who are trying to do better.

There’s no point in saying “Huh?” or “What?” or “What’s going on?” when impossible things happen. It’s better to just play along.

How did you know it’s my brother’s birthday?!” asked Gabi. I could almost see her head exploding. Very satisfying.

Guess where I am standing question mark I am standing in front of the all caps MULTIPURPOSE all caps ROOM comma and guess what I just saw through the window question mark I saw capital Oso capital Amoroso sleeping on a football pillow and a bed made of those gross gym mats period new line new line You are my friend period You are supposed to tell me when you need help period This is all caps COMPLETELY unacceptable period new line new line Write me back all caps THIS all caps INSTANT and tell me where you are period send.

I ripped a hole in the space-time continuum and borrowed a chicken from another universe.” The computer didn’t have to think at all this time. Ding! it sang, and a check instantly filled the box next to TRUE. “Wut?” asked Gabi.