Quotes from David Levithan

But what does ready matter, when it's happening?

He thought it was love. When, in fact, it was like three hundred ninety-fifth in line for love.

There was nothing very cheerful about the cold, and yet there was an air of cheerfulness that the cleverest summer air and brightest summer sun couldn't have compared with. Everyone was in this together.

I like Darren Criss and Teenage Dream.

As the two of us—past self, my present self—hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

was immer dich zu dem menschen macht, der du bist - es gefällt mir.<<

Her breathing was shallow, a seashore slowly being covered with water.

Ex-boyfriend #5 appears onstage. Like many of the boys Tiny's attracted to, he's an actor. (If that last sentence raised a big red flag for you, that means you've tried to date an actor.)

You must ask yourself this: Will you decide when love's going to work and when it isn't? You have been pronouncing too much and feeling too little.

Will, he says, do you have a sec to talk in the living room? I spin around in the desk chair and stand up. My stomach flips a bit because the living room is the room least likely to be lived in, the room where the nonexistence of Santa is revealed, where grandmothers die, where grades are frowned upon, and where one learns that a man's station wagon goes inside a woman's garage, and then exits the garage, and then enters again, and so on until an egg is fertilized, and etc.

i think autoerotic asphyxiation is one of the dumbest things in the whole universe, right up there with gay republicans.

The handwriting was a girl's. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Maybe this is what alone really is—finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else. I

My mother sewed my name into all my underwear. But, really, it was another boy's name I was ready to sew into my heart.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go. - A

Man kann Worte schenken, aber nicht wegnehmen. Und wenn Worte geschenkt und empfangen werden, dann sind sie etwas Gemeinsames.

Silence equals death, we'd say. And underneath that would be the assumption—the fear—that death equaled silence.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

coagulate, v.: It is a dangerous thing, this thickening of affection; you want it to have weight, but not to be an immovable burden.

People are, in fact, born equal, no matter who they kiss or screw, no matter what dreams they have or love they give.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

I think the important part is to not get caught up in worrying about whether something will stay, and instead enjoy it for the time it's here.

He looks like a lost puppy, but has the heart of a bitch.

The phrase rush to judgment is a silly one. When it comes to judgment, most of us don't have to rush. We don't have to even leave the couch. Our judgment is so easy to reach for.