Quotes from David Levithan

We will get home full of others people shame. What are we saying is what we did see. And what did we do? We acted blind and we moved on. That is not the gospel.

The dreamy guy at this Starbucks wasn't working the counter. Instead he was working a broom behind it, smiling as he swept. At first I didn't get the smile, but then I realized he was listening to the radio, to Norah Jones sliding her voice around he notes. In his own way, he was dancing alone.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had.

Reading is not life. Reading is creating life in your head.

at some point last year, her gloom met my doom and she thought it was a good match. i'm not so sure, but at least i get coffee out of it.

It is a hard cycle to conquer. The body is working against you. And because of this, you feel even more despair. Which only amplifies the imbalance. It takes uncommon strength to live with these things.

i thought i was going to be early, but of course by the time i get near where we're supposed to meet, i'm later than a pregnant girl's period.

I want to have faith in strangers. I want to have faith in what we're all going to do next. But I'm worried. I see things shifting from United We Stand to God Bless America. I don't believe in God Bless America. I don't believe a higher power is standing beside us and guiding us. I don't believe we're being singled out. I believe much more in United We Stand. I have my doubts, but I want it to be true.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

So this is goodbye? It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, stud grayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfire boundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's land grayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!!

We are face to face with enormity again, but this time we are going to make it through. It is a moment we can get out of. Together.

There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. There's a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

they're all so boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder.

so eventually i gave up. i give up every single day.

I still find it hard to see Ground Zero. I still find it hard to witness the nothingness. The lights are not a remedy for this. There will never be a remedy for this. But they are a strikingly apt presence. They are both something and nothing at once. They fill the space without claiming it as their own. They are translucent. They blur.

People fall hard for the notion of falling, and saying you want no part of it will only get you sent to the loony bin.

I mean, certainly, not everyone sucks in the same way, and not everyone sucks equally, but everyone sucks at least a little.

We were all actors, just as you are all actors now. But our audience wasn't as large as yours. And our performances, like those on a stage, were fleeting, uncaptured.

Just because I don't think we'd be good together doesn't mean we have to be apart. ...

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

but if you keep focusing on why you have it so bad, you'll never realize how you could have it so good.

He didn't want to say Let's just be friends or I hope we can stay friends, because that made friendship sound like a consolation prize, the blue ribbon to look at distractedly while someone else walks off with the gold cup. No, what he said was: I think you and I will be even closer, and that we will be even better together and more to each other if we're best friends, not boyfriends.

boundbydad: and, so you meanwhile, no bid saturday night plans? more quality time with mom? grayscale: you, my dear, are my saturday night plans. boundbydad: i'm honored.