Quotes from David Levithan

Nobody ever took my picture. They didn't want to. Or I wouldn't let them. You were the only exception.

Why do you want to put more smoke inside of you?

You are leaving me messages, but I haven't gotten the message yet.

If he said anything to me, I would gather the sentences like a shell seeker.

And just like that, I knew what I wanted. Something I had always wanted. But it was so unrealistic it hadn't even made it to my wish list.

I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just once glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said what's the hurry? you asked my name and I almost forgot

i know if i told her about liking guys, she'd probably stop wanting to date me, which would be a huge plus. but i also know i'd immediately become her gay pet, and that's the last kind of leash i want. and it's not like i'm really that gay. i fucking hate madonna.

There are two approaches to going to a party. One approach is to try to make yourself into someone you're not. The other approach is the one I'm trying to use: instead of trying to be someone you're not, you can simply try to emphasize who you really are.

Basis, n. There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it -- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

Corrode, v. I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open, and it started to rust.

I want to love. I want to love indiscriminately - people, places, and things. But not just those. I want to love verbs. Adjectives. I want to love beyond category. Because, in my heart, I know that's what I was born to do. And life? Life is just the time I have to figure out how to do it well.

And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family I'd never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be nut hadn't known how to find.

If I didn't have music, I don't know if I could ever be truly happy, and if I didn't have these moments, I would never find music. It is everywhere, in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

It is a dangerous thing with brothers, to think that you could be as strong as them, or as wise as them, or as good as them. To believe that you could have been the same person, if only you hadn't gone a different way. To think that your parents raised you the same, and that your genes combined the same, and that the rest of what has happened in all your triumph . . . or failure.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

I wish I could remember the moment when I was a kid, and I discovered that letters linked into words, and that the words linked to real things. What a revelation that must have been

If you close your eyes, you can conjure a world.

It's a goodbye to some things, and hello to others -A

Must interests be interesting? That is, must they be interesting to someone other than yourself?

The things you love are the things that will destroy you.