Quotes from David Levithan

But have them tell us that every person needs to be with another person in order to be happy, and we nod along like it's the most obvious thing in the world. But there's no reason for it, is there? It's not a proven truth. It's just some thing that our culture has come to spin itself around, mostly so we'll procreate, and we're the dupes who fall for it over and over and over again.

You and I are walking in the snow. Why are you walking backwards? I ask. You point in the direction we came from. So they'll think that's where I'm going. You point to where we're going. And that's where I'm from.

En las siguientes elecciones, voy a votar por tu mamá para que sea el siguiente Dios –Dice Tony cuando tomo el teléfono.

This is not good," I told the trees. Don't fight it. Acknowledge it. Talk to yourself. "Already covered," I said. "Unless you have something to add?" "No," I replied. "Do go on.

Me asombra lo aleatorio, lo cómico y la fe que nos une a todos y nos hace seguir adelante.

The thing about a spotlight is that you have to step into it. You have to get onto that stage. I haven't been ready for a lot of things, but from early on, I was ready for this.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper. If I could, I would give him a lime-green couch, a cabin by a lake, a fireworks display, an orchard of butterflies, and the certainty that I love him.

More because of your disappointing love life and the behavior that results from it. I have seen your manic LOLs, and I'm not laughing. No. This is an intervention. Put the phone down. STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE!

If only you knew, Comedy Boy. If only I could tell you.

Se podría decir que escribí toda una novela sólo para cambiar el final de una canción.

Ariel, look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

What a wonderful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time that's never been experienced. And how tragic not to consider it. It galls us, we with such a limited future, to see someone brush it aside as meaningless, when it has an endless capacity for meaning, and an endless number of meanings that can be found within it.

Let's go into the woods and take some pictures, you said. I found this old camera. Let go! you screamed. Let go of me! You have to let go, the counselor told me. Let go of what you're holding inside. I can touch the picture but it's not your face. I can touch the screen but it's not your face. Let go.

Algunas personas simplemente están hechas para tener muchos, muchos amigos y no muchas, muchas citas.

The only thing I am allowed, the only thing I am given, is myself. It is enough, but only barely.

Some days I'm up for the challenge. Some days I need to catch my breath. But it's a long story we're writing. Even on the days when it's hard, I know that someday it will be better.

You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on.

A guy who advertises his own goodness is just another kind of asshole.

If you were a country, I said, what would your national anthem be? I meant a pre-existing song -- What a Wonderful World or Que Sera, Sera or something to make it a joke, like Hey Ya! (I would like, more than anything else, for my nation to be shaken like a Polaroid picture.)

She was pretty, though. Like a flower. I missed that.

I don't know where I am, Evan. I'm seeing red everywhere. It's just...everywhere. I am underwater right now. You don't understand. I'm underwater. I need a gun. Evan? I need-

notice how fickle things can be now I'm better, now I'm worse nowhere is it written how to deal with this

It is unacceptable to sit in your room alone and scream at your life, but it is perfectly acceptable (albeit not exactly normal) to do it with a good friend on the highway, hearing your voice rise to the rush of the window wind and then hearing it be taken away, left behind in your wake.

you will rip yourself to shreds to prove that I am worth loving. you will not hear the chorus of everyone I've let down