Quotes from David Levithan

My identity walks the wires for me, all around the world. The body is now the afterthought. The birthplace, not the home.

One of the protestor's sign catches my eye. HOMISEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL'S WORK, it says. And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

Whenever I look at it, it makes me happy. That's the moral of the story. That's it.

There's only so long that you can stare at a wall before you feel like an idiot.

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that all.' 'You really think love needs to have a future?' 'Absolutely.

You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.

He points to a hot guy in a skintight yellow tank top—or some such article of clothing. You know, the kind where the guy looks more naked than if he were actually naked?

The reward is in the risk.

This is the dangerous thing about musicals. Most of them assume that as soon as you find your voice, you'll use it to sing to someone else.

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 just the way life goes.' 'That's the way life comes just sounds so awkward.' 'Well, sometimes you can see the future come, no?

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

You shouldn't have venture deep down in order to get love.

Also feel free to give every ex a number somewhere on his costume, like this is the deli counter from dating hell. Whatever works.

I truly don't understand any of this,' I confessed. She stayed standing, facing me. 'I wish I could help you there,' she told me. 'But I can't.

Love is something you can never get inside of. You might think you're there. Sure. But then you hit the border and realize you've been outside the whole time.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not.

We don't talk about anything. She talks, for sure. She talks and talks and talks. But we don't talk at all.

Are you a vegetarian?" I ask, based on the evidence in front of me. She nods. "Why?" "Because I have this theory that when we die, every animal that we've eaten has a chance at eating us back. So if you're a carnivore and you add up all the animals you've eaten—well, that's a long time in purgatory, being chewed.

But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.

there's something important about going back to books you've already read. You will always find new thing inside or have new reaction to characters you thought you already knew well. You learn more about the story and you also learn more about yourself as a reader, and where you are in life.

abyss, n. There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you've taken from me, everything I've given you, and the waste of all the time I've spent on us.

Try to capture what it's like to have never squeezed yourself into the shape of someone else's expectations.

metamorphosis, n.: Love turns us into winged creatures, venturing in ways we never could have conceived in our crawling days.

I don't believe a word you're saying... but say it again.