Quotes About David Levithan

I can tell from the glint in her eyes that she's at least an acquaintance of Dorothy.

seven wonders of the world and I have to ask for an eighth fill a bottle with some prayers and spend them on hope create an easy route just so I can complicate send my heart down that slippery slope

O Lord, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt, at least let mewear a Walkman...

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

I have to tell you, man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.

next to it was a dvd called 'as i get laid dying,' which had a hospital scene on the front. it was like grey's anatomy, only with less grey and more anatomy.

there's no such thing as a fuck cure. a fuck cure is like the adult version of santa claus

I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness in stories to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath. And with Rhiannon, it seems as if the understanding has already surfaced. Any vestige of doubt has been swept away.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God," Tony says when I pick up the phone.

The tune here is an old-fashioned town-crowd melody--kind of like how the people from the town in The Music Man might sound if Harold Hill had brought an infant homosexual to town instead of wind instruments.

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

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

It's a dull, quiet building in a dull, quiet town—its architecture as beautiful as the word municipal.

She was so oblivious that she stayed up nights worrying that I was going to get myself pregnant. There was no way to tell her the only way that was going to happen was if God himself knocked me up.