Quotes by David Levithan

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not youre breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

rolf! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there for a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.

So what else can I tell you? I asked. I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.She triangled her fingers under her chin. Lets see. Are you a bed wetter?Am I a...?Bed wetter. I am asking if you are a bed wetter.I knew she was trying to get me to blink. But I wouldnt.No, maam. I leave my beds dry.Not even a little drip every now and then?Im trying hard to see how this is germane.Im gauging your honesty. What is the last periodical you read methodically?Vogue. Although, in the interest of full disclosure, thats mostly because I was in my mothers bathroom, enduring a rather long bowel movement. You know, the kind that requires Lamaze.What adjective do you feel the most longing for?That was easy. I will admit I have a soft spot for fanciful.Lets say I have a hundred million dollars and offer it to you. The only condition is that if you take it, a man in China will fall off his bicycle and die. What do you do?I dont understand why it matters whether hes in China or not. And of course I wouldnt take the money.The old woman nodded.Do you think Abraham Lincoln was a homosexual?All I can say for sure is that he never made a pass at me.Are you a museumgoer?Is the pope a churchgoer?When you see a flower painted by Georgia OKeefe, what comes to mind?Thats just a transparent ploy to get me to say the word vagina, isnt it? There. I said it. Vagina.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

Ive always known I was gay, but it wasnt confirmed until I was in kindergarten.It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

now, if theres anything stupider than buddy lists, its lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, its not like anyone is laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll. like what a lobotomized persons tongue does. loll. loll. i cant think anymore. loll. loll! or ttyl. bitch, youre not actually talking. that would require actual vocal contact or <3. you honestly think that looks like a heart? if you do, thats only because youv never seen scrotum. (rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there a sec while i KICK YOUR ASS)

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

You know theres no such thing as a complete lie. Theres always some truth in there.

It is much harder to lie to someones face.But.It is also much harder to tell the truth to someones face.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

I want to have faith in strangers. I want to have faith in what were all going to do next. But Im worried. I see things shifting from United We Stand to God Bless America. I dont believe in God Bless America. I dont believe a higher power is standing beside us and guiding us. I dont believe were being singled out. I believe much more in United We Stand. I have my doubts, but I want it to be true. Wouldnt it be wonderful if we really came together, if we really found a common humanity? The hitch is that you cant find a common humanity just because you have a common enemy. You have to find a common humanity because you believe thats true.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then youre doing pretty alright in life.

Its b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. Theyre not. Theyre just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.

Indelible, adj.That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

I hope suffering dont exist.

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.