Quotes from David Levithan

You see, Dash. I was never the girl in your head. And you were never the boy in my head.

Your Temporary Santa, He says presents aren't important, but I think they are- not because of how much they cost, but for the opportunity they provide to say 'I understand you.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

There's truly a story on every corner. But still might be a shock, to realize you are just one story walking among millions

It's hard being in the body of someone you don't like, because you still have to respect it.

You can find sorrow in the arithmetic, and you can find a bittersweet hope.

I told her about the time that I got so tired of you stealing the sheets that in my sleep-weary logic I decided that the thing to do was to tie them around my legs, knot and all, and how, when you attempted to steal them that night, you ended up yanking me into you, and I was so startled that I sprang up, tripped, and was nearly concussed.

How alone am I right now? Even my car has decided to give up on me.

This is no longer restlessness--it's recklessness. At first we're walking hand in hand. Then we're running hand in hand. That giddy rush of keeping up with one another, of zooming through the school, reducing everything that's not us into an inconsequential blur. We are laughing, we are playful. We leave her books in her locker and move out of the building, into the air, the real air, the sunshine and the trees and the less burdensome world. I am breaking the rules...

we are quiet tonight, but in the same silence

Picking them up and reading them, I felt sadness do deep that it will never really be gone. It was a sobering moment-- sobering not because I was drunk, but because I felt like I was shifting into this new state of naked clarity. It was higher state of sobriety, a painful state of sobriety, because the truth was suddenly unvarnished, making me feel unvarnished.

This is the nice note, I can't help thinking. But just like a sound, as soon as the note hits the air, it begins to fade.

i nod to the other will grayson, up onstage. he nods to me. we have something between us, him and me. but the truth? everybody has it. that's our curse and our blessing. that's our trial and our error and our it. the applause continues. i look up at tiny cooper. he may be heavy, but right now he floats.

And I'll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn't meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?

I know immediately that this is going to be one of the true historic moments of my life - that the personal and the historic are converging. I know people will ask, 'Where were you when you first heard?

arrears,n.: It was a mistake, you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

He was this constant, living reminder of my biggest mistake.

we are holiday-only lapsed Catholics who support homosexuality and a woman's right to choose.

And you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

Teachers are wonderful beings who inspire the spirit and open the mind. Nobody at Padua High School fits that description.

I try to get the basic facts, not the details. The details can be interesting, but they can also distract me into attachment. The worst thing in the world would be to pretend to know the people whose lives I step through. They cannot be homes to me. They must be hotel rooms.

None of these people who are talking know Craig or Harry, or even care about who Craig or Harry are. The minute you stop talking about individuals and start talking about a group, your judgment has a flaw in it.

So many of us had to leave. But every single one of us wishes we hadn't had to. Every single one of us wishes our family had acted like our family, that even when we found a new family, we hadn't had to leave the other one behind. Every single one of us would have loved to have been loved unconditionally by our parents. Don't make him leave you, we want to tell Mrs. Kim. He doesn't want to leave you.

Referring to Bogey's party: A lame excuse for all the idiots in our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless, consumer-driven lives.