Quotes by David Levithan

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

It was so much easier when I didnt want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love for a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don’t understand why it’s so hard, when it’s so obvious.

No. I dont. You dont always have to be who they want you to be, you know.

Im sorry, he says. I dont usually like people. So when I do, part of me is really amused and the other part refuses to believe its happening.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.

Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like that, anyway. Hes not even worth a lie.

As soon as Neil is out of the shower, he texts Peter. You up? he asks.And the reply comes instantly:For anything.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable.Is it sickness or is it heartbreak?I cant tell.The thermometer says Im normal, but Im clearly not.

We could call you an ambisexual. A duosexual. A—”“Do I really have to find a word for it?” Kyle interrupts. “Can’t it just be what it is?”“Of course,” I say, even though in the bigger world I’m not so sure. The world loves stupid labels. I wish we got to choose our own.We pause for a moment. I wonder if that’s all—if he just needed to say the truth and have it heard. But then Kyle looks at me with unsure eyes and says, “You see, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”“Nobody does,” I assure him.

What are your interests?Your son in my room, I said.Excuse me?The sun and the moon, I said. Astronomy.

Ill see you soon. I promise.”And there is, that moment, a shock of recognition. Elijah doesnt even know yet what he is recognizing. There is only the shock. The sense. That feeling of something happening that was meant to happen. Two people fitting in a space and time.For a moment.

Its up to you, not fate.

Maybe fates arithmetic is so diffuse that its not arithmetic at all.

the answer is to just let gothe betrayal is to the pastthe cocoon dangles emptythe desire outlasts the objectthe effort lingersthe frustration is in how pointless the effort wasthe ghost does not make itself transparentthe heart knows nothing except its own mindthe ideas are not enoughthe jealousy is always therethe killing blow is sometimes the softestthe life you lead can be detouredthe moment you know cannot be taken backthe new you will try to bury the old methe opportunity has passedthe past is inopportunethe questions all grow from whythe reality will always be contendedthe sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might takethe ugly words cannot be erased, only discreditedthe versions are never the samethe wonder is that we make it throughthe x is the unknown variablethe yesterday cannot be repeatedthe zenith is the point when you look down and realize you’re no longer below

The world was full of waistrels and waifs, sycophants and spies - all of whom put words to the wrong use, who made everything that was said or written suspect

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

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

How did my world get so small?

It is always the ones who believe that are hurt the worst when things go wrong.