Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend

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

Everyone is someone's devil.

Monsters are bad things, but monsters that do not walk and talk like monsters are the worst.

It's strange how teachers can go off to college for all those years to learn to become teachers, but some of them never learn the easy stuff. Like making kids laugh. And making sure they know that you love them.

I step through the door anyway, knowing that the hard thing and the right thing are usually the same thing.

No matter what happens, I don’t think that anyone will remember me when I disappear. It will be like I was never here. There will be no proof that I ever existed … you can’t be sad if you disappear, because disappeared people can’t feel sad. They can only be remembered or forgotten.

Now I think these are the three worst things in the world:1. Waiting2. Not Knowing3. Not existing

It's very strange to be an imaginary friend. You can't be suffocated and you can't get sick and you can't fall and break your head and you can't catch pneumonia. The only thing that can kill you is a person not believing in you.

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

I hated Pinocchio. I think I was the only one in the class who hated him. Pinocchio was alive, but that was not enough for him. He could walk and talk and touch things in the real world, but he spent the whole book wanting more.Pinocchio didn’t know how lucky he was.

Maybe we are all somebody's devil.

—¿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.

It's hard to not worry, because trying not to worry reminds me that I should be worried

Maybe they hurt so much that the only way they can say it, is to say nothing

The world can be so complicated for Max. Even when he gets something right, it can still go wrong.

he has a lot going on inside of him all the time so he doesn't worry so much about what is going on outside him. That's what people don't understand

A veces uno cree saber cosas sin saber por qué.

Everyone gets so worried about the people who are still living when the people who are really hurting are the dead ones. People like Grandma and Graham.They don’t exist anymore.There is nothing worse than that

I love you, Max,' I whisper as his face and everything else in the world fades to white

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.

He's dancing with the devil in pale moonlight

Max lives on the inside and the other kids live onthe outside. That's what makes him so different. Max doesn't have an outside. Max is all inside

I was right. Mrs. Patterson is neat and organized. She cannot be trusted.

Podrás salvarlo cuando hayas podido salvarte a ti mismo.

Lions eat giraffes so they can survive even though the giraffes didn’t do anything to the lions, and nobody thinks that the lions are wrong.

Maybe we are all somebody’s devil,” Oswald says. “Maybe even me and you.

Él no comprende que la gente se comporte de manera distinta según la situación.

It’s very strange to be an imaginary friend. You can’t suffocate and you can’t get sick, and you can’t fall and break your head, and you can’t catch pneumonia. The only thing that can kill you is a person not believing in you. That happens more than all the suffocating and bumps and pneumonia combined.

No soy su madre ni su padre, pero sí su amigo, y me siento orgullosísimo de él.

Todos los monstruos son malos, pero los monstruos que no se mueven ni hablan como monstruos son los peores de todos.