Quotes from David Levithan

And love. I am here because of love.

Just be warned," you said. "Someday you'll ask me to give up something I really love, and then it's going to get ugly.

If you're not a flaming Filipino dancing queen, they never, ever expect the Asian guy to be asking about gay sex. They always figure you want to talk about math. Or the violin.

So even though it doesn't seem like anything's changed— —things change all the time, mostly in little ways. That's how it goes, I guess." Sofia nodded. "Funny how we say it goes. That's the way life goes.

maura: is there anything you want to tell me? me: yeah. I want to tell you that my third nipple is lactating and my butt cheeks are threatening to unionize. what do you think I should do about it? maura: I feel you're not telling me something.

I'd been hurt, yes—but I'd never meant to become hurtful. I didn't want to close down anyone but myself.

I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver's license is involved, you can go a whole day—a whole week, even—without ever seeing your family. You can maybe say good morning and maybe say good night, but everything in the middle can be left blank.

Why was I thinking about this? Oh, yes—the roses. Something to keep. Something gone.

When a first date really works, it works like this: You feel the thrill of opening to the first page of a book. And you know -instinctively, you know- it's going to be a very long book.

We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

Answerless questions can destroy. Move on. - A

haul, v.: Yes, love will bend you over, make you strain. That is the burden of having something worth carrying forward.

i'm sure it's going to be a total disaster. but i guess the point is that i'm going to do it anyway.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday

I will not let myself think that things are suddenly better. I will not let myself think that we've somehow escaped the us we always end up being. But at the same time, I will not deny what's happening. I will not deny this happiness. Because if happiness feels real, it almost doesn't matter if it's real or not.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to the conquering on its behalf.

even though the world doesn't matter to her, she matters to the world

I can make up my homework, but I can't make up my life.

You are here for the headstrong girl who will grow up to be president or something more important, like an English teacher

If there is one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?

This is why we love stories, and love them from an early age: Nothing bad ever lasts in stories. And this is ultimately why we love life, too--because nothing bad ever lasts in life, not with the same intensity with which it initially appears. If we pay attention, stories can teach us that.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't anything. It can't do anything in its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

That day, that moment, opened a curiosity of bodies, shaped us as irrevocably as our first kiss, our first realizations. You go into that moment never really knowing if the closeness will wear well, if it is something that should happen. I know she wasn't sure of me, and I wasn't sure of me, either. But we discovered something in the unspoken, found care in our caring whispers, instinctive.