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
Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.
knows
Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
I am here because of love.
dark scary enlightenment
Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.
disappointment bye good-bye
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.
way doe like-you
It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.
life long secret
The secret to living long is to have something to live for.
love want conquer
I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.
together normal knows
It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.
want indicators persons
Because when something happens, she's the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
eye
I only have eyes for you.
running water childhood
There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly we are touching the sacred part -- running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on our ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at shells before they ebb away from our fingers. We have returned to a world that is capable of glistening, and we are wading deeper within it.
hurt hipster matter
it's gonna hurt because it matters.
beautiful sadness clay
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.