Quotes from David Levithan

The thing about champagne,you say, unfoiling the cork, unwinding the wire restraint, is that is the ultimate associative object. Every time you open a bottle of champagne, it's a celebration, so there's no better way of starting a celebration than opening a bottle of champagne. Every time you sip it, you're sipping from all those other celebrations. The joy accumulates over time.

hurt tends to drown out sorry.

Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

The words that matter always stay.

There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.

belittle , v. No, I don't listen to the weather in the morning. No, I don't keep track of what I spend. No, it hadn't occurred to me that the Q train would have been much faster. But every time you give me that look, it doesn't make me want to live up to your standards.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

All I get is tomorrow.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

jaded , adj . In the end, we both want the right thing to happen, the right person to win, the right idea to prevail. We have no faith that it will, but still we want it. Neither of us has given up on anything.

I'm sorry, he says. I don't usually like people. So when I do, part of me is really amused and the other part refuses to believe it's happening.

Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?

It looks like Animal and Miss piggy had sex, I said. And this was the spawn. My eyes! Boomer cried. My eyes! I can't stop seeing it now that you've said it!

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we're really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

You're becoming. You're in the process of becoming. You just don't know what yet. That felt right. It felt okay to stop there, for now, as we walked through the future.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love for a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don't understand why it's so hard, when it's so obvious.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

Now she's lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night