You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you...

I hope suffering don’t exist.

Hell, yes,” Dev says, sitting up now. “Don’t get me wrong – we’re totally going to make the beast with two backs tonight. But if we do it right, it’s going to feel like holding...

What a wonderful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time that’s never...

There are so many words in our language; we get to know so few of them.

If you’re strange enough, people won’t notice you’re kind and will leave you alone.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic nor popular – but one must take it because it is right.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

it’s colder than a witch’s tit in a steel bra

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. “Let’s see. Are you a bed wetter?””Am I a…?””Bed wetter....

What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life...

The feeling that the world is full of people who think different is synonymous with wrong.

Thoughts can follow you anywhere.

Whatever you had—I don’t know exactly what it was, and that’s fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that’s okay. But you have to figure that if it’s too...

You can find sorrow in the arithmetic, and you can find a bittersweet hope.

i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. but talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been...

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won...

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.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

It is much harder to lie to someone’s face.But.It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone’s face.

Don’t look at the package. Look at what’s inside.

Quería que el amor lo conquistase todo. Pero el amor no puede conquistarlo todo. No puede hacerlo todo por sí solo.Ha de confiar en que seamos nosotros quienes conquistamos por él

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

How did my world get so small?

So what do you have to confess now?”I don’t know why I’m saying any of this, except that is the truth. “I’m confessing that I don’t know if I’m ready for this.””What is ‘this’?””Being open....

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just...

I’m sorry, but we can’t carry that book because it’s so Jewish and some people in my school don’t agree with Jewish culture,” I would protest until I reached my last gasp. Prohibiting gay books...

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?”Justin smiled “Not coffee. But yes.””Not Coffee it is, then.””Yes, Not Coffee.

libidinous, adj.I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.

There were so many other people in my life.I had spent all of my time listening,learning the longings we all have in common.I never took the time to hear them in myselfand I heard them...

If you’re not able to laugh inside a sex shop,then you probably shouldn’t be there.I mean, they don’t call it fooling around for nothing.

up” as a physical matter. The changes after—Elijah has to believe they’re a matter of choice. Looking at Danny used to be like looking at the future. Now looking at Danny is like looking at...

When I say, Be my lover, I don’t mean, Let’s have an affair. I don’t mean, Sleep with me. I don’t mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root.I...

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don’t acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time...

it’s like kissing a boy, finally, a boy

I just needed to realize that style was like personality – it didn’t always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging “preventative” wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at...

So that’s what we did – rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose...

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

It might feel like the end of the world–but it’s the beginning of your art.

She had been lost on her own and I had been lost on my own, so it was natural that once we found each other we wanted to keep being unlost with each other. But...

It’s a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn’t really care what you have to say.

placid, adj.Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn’t want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it...

The past and the future are complicated. It’s the present that’s simple.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Having grown up here, I always wonder what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. Is it ever a disappointment? I have to believe that New York always lives up to...