Quotes from David Levithan

You never told me what you saw in him, not convincingly.

I'm not in love with you.

But there are people you know, and there are people you have a connection with. ... Wasn't that what make us feel responsible-not for what happened, but responsible for you? We always felt responsible for you. That's the nature of connection-not just the attachment, but the responsibility.

We've all done this —created our mix-and-match families, our homemade safety nets.

I thought: But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest—the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.

Be honest and don't pretend you're not falling truly, madly, and deeply for this guy. Denial will get you in trouble.

The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.

It's like I've landed in the most perfect place in the universe. And then it blows up.

Patrick: Is she worth the trouble? Cameron: I thought she was- Patrick: Either she is, or she isn't. So give it a shot, or don't give it a shot. But either way, don't let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Remember that.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

We all have the potential to commit the crime. We chose not to. Every single day, we chose not to. I am no different

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.

The day it happened, the week after it happened-those were not times I wanted to go back to. How I felt like I was trapped in a chamber of my own noise. Sitting in class and not being there at all. Sitting in a chair and fragmenting at the same time. Clutching to the random facts. Thinking the concept of a fact was itself a fiction. Because we live in a blur. All of us live in a blur.

If I woke up in a different body every day--if you never knew what I was going to look like tomorrow--would you still love me?

And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

I want to say more, but don't know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable night-time conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

It is a mistake to think of the body as a vessel. It is as active as any mind, as any soul. And the more you give yourself to it, the harder your life will be.

No. I don't. You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

How could this happen? some of our parents asked us near the end. We knew what they were really asking, and some of us found the grace to say, It was nothing you did.

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

At least I'd learn the lesson that friends can make up for the failings of your family.