Quotes from David Levithan

it's not his body that changes right away. it's something inside. he says he wants to be a little weaker. i don't understand. i say 'thinner?' and he says 'no, i want to be stronger in a different way.' not because of me, but for me.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first stop of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

He plants himself right there in front of Craig's mother and says, "You need to love him. I don't care who you thought he was, or who you want him to be, you need to love him exactly as he is because your son is a remarkable human being. You have to understand that." And Craig's mother whispers back, "I know. I know.

A pop song that's as substantial as a balloon, but lifts us up the same way when we sing it.

Every fight for survival is really a fight to return to the inconsequential concerns of the mundane.

I try to hear her voice, try to separate that single pitch from the shouts and applause. But she's as lost to me as she was the night I cried and she didn't turn back to see if I was okay. Three weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours ago. And she's already with someone else.

I cannot think of a single word to describe what we feel. I think we all feel it, to varying degrees. Perhaps in some other language there is a word for 'the world is terribly wrong.' That feeling of stun and unbelief and abandonment and shock and horror and distress.

He's just a friend, we'd argue. But if he was just a friend, why was he hidden, why were we so upset to have him discovered?

I liked this guy a lot. And I thought he liked me a lot, but in truth he didn't really like me at all. He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything-he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with flirts-you lose all sense of proportion. So I made a fool of myself, even though I didn't realize it at the time. I was so devoted to him.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions. There is nothing worse than a ruined friendship. There is nothing better than a companion. Somewhere in between lies risk. Somewhere in between, lies.

Because what is more transfixing than the sound of people hating you?

You want to be single? I said yes. And then I told her that I thought single was a stupid term. It made it sound like you were unattached to anyone, unconnected to anything. I preferred the term singular. As in individual.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up seperating at the end. It's too easy to see X as a cross-out. It's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. The X is a diagram of two paths.

Now I just want it to end. I've always wanted the happy ending, but now I'll just settle for the ending.

Because I have this theory that when we die, every animal that we've eaten has a chance at eating us back. So if you're a carnivore and you add up all the animals you've eaten - well, that's a long time in purgatory, being chewed

Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

They never played games with each other, they never had tow worry where they stood, because if either of them had a moment of wavering, the other would say I love you and would mean it and all doubts were forgiven because in this one case it was found that love conquers all.

But I guess the thing about fear is that it defies the laws of rationality. It creates its own laws instead.

I still have that drawing. Whenever I look at it, it makes me happy. That's the moral of the story. That's it.

simon: that's disgusting! me: what's disgusting? simon: you know. you put your thing in the place where he, um, defecates.

Some people think mental illness is a matter of mood, a matter of personality. They think depression is simply a form of being sad, that OCD is a form of being uptight. They think the soul is sick, not the body. It is, they believe, something that you have some choice over. I know how wrong it is.

We all think we are actors, given our scripts. But really? You're the playwright. You're the composer.

You didn't move your arm. You let me rest there. You didn't pull away. You pulled closer. You were so good to me. You knew and pretended you didn't. "Let's always love each other, and never be in love with each other." And I agreed.

I mean, being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them… but it can also mean you're trapped.