David Levithan
David Levithan
David Levithanis an American young-adult fiction author and editor. His first book, Boy Meets Boy, was published by Knopf Books for Young Readers in 2003. He has written numerous works featuring strong male gay characters, most notably Boy Meets Boy and Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth7 September 1972
CityShorts Hill, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
ongoing way fit
There is certainty in a ring. The non-ending, the non-beginning. The ongoing. The way it holds on to you not because it's fastened or stretched or adhered. It holds on because it fits.
boys obsessed ifs
The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.
running children breathing
Breathing, n You had asthma as a child, had to carry around an inhaler. But when you grew older, it went away. You could run for miles and it was fine. Sometimes I worry that this is happening to me in reverse. The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.
feelings moments that-moment
Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.
beautiful giving-up believe
Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.
people giving advice
Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?
trying careful persons
I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.
ideas littles stuff
No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.
thinking people possibility
You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.
reading house romance
If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I am going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent. Would you prefer me to read from Daphne's Three Tender Months with Harold or Cindy and John's House of Everlasting Love? I guarantee, your sanity and your indie street cred won't last a chapter. And they are very, very short chapters." Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance.
night air realize-things
She asked me what was wrong, and I told her I had to end it. She was surprised, and asked my why I thought so. I told her it wasn't a thought, more a feeling, like I couldn't breathe and knew I had to get some air. It was a survival instinct, I told her. She said it was time for dinner. Then she sat me down and told me not to worry. She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, your'e disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem.
thinking dating like-her
No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. 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's all.
twilight home way
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
thinking special sometimes
Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.