Quotes from David Levithan

doldrums, n. The proper verb for depression is sink.

Jest when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

The pink-haired boy is scared, so incredibly scared - only the thing you've most wished for can scare you in that way.

It's the hard things that matter. Those are the things worth leaping for.

Even though the liquid is easier to see, you have to learn to appreciate the air.

i would rather eat dog shit full of razor blades than have anything to do with you.

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.

a little recognition of the escapes we made, of the finish line we crossed, only to find so many other finish lines waiting after it.

It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together. So much of the information we received was ephemeral -- pixels on screen, words passing in the air. But here I felt that thoughts had weight.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes.

if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out off the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing loud about the things they lol.

Unless you count the way the words sink into Neil, the way his life feels a little more solid than it did five minutes before.

It's like my grandma used to say: Just when you think life's got you in a gutter, a tornado will come along and destroy your house. And then you rebuild? I ask. Well, she never mentioned that part, but I suppose it could happen.

truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me.

He gives me a low smile. You know, sometimes I wish I had your life. But I'm sure I wouldn't be much good at it. I'm not that goos at it myself. You get by. So do you. I try.

You're still a pinless grenade over the world not being perfect. no, I am a pinless grenade over the world being cruel but every time I'm proven wrong, that pin goes in a little more.

We have fallen through the surface and are deep in the trenches of need

This is the problem with having a barrier between you and everyone else--you see it, but they don't. They talk to you, but you can't talk back to them.

Did it matter that we both drank coffee at night and both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year? In the long view, was it such a revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats? Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself? We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

if i told her about liking guys, she would probably stop trying 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.

flagrant, adj. I would be standing right there, and you would walk out of the bathroom without putting the cap back on the toothpaste.

roger is bald and fat and his wife is probably bald and fat, too, and the last thing i want to hear about is them having bald and fast sex.