Top 500 T.J. Klune Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Someone, my mother had said. Make someone very happy. Not a her. But someone. I.”

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252. “Gus screamed, the notecards falling out of his hand as he jumped. “Whoa,” Bernice said. “That certainly was high-pitched for a man.” “Gus is special that way,” Betty said as she scooped up the cards off the counter.”

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253. “Humanity is so weird. If we’re not laughing, we’re crying or running for our lives because monsters are trying to eat us. And they don’t even have to be real monsters.”

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254. “I couldn’t even begin to guess how old he was. Maybe thirty. Or three hundred. When you’re eleven, anyone older is just old.”

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255. “There was the danger with knowing and loving others. You always knew things about them to throw back in their faces.”

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256. “Can you sign something?” Nicole demanded. “This paper? This napkin? My chest? My inner thighs or my wildest dreams? Whatever you want.”

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257. “He was a tornado of fingers and feet and words. I was caught in the storm.”

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258. “Dates usually meant expectations. And expectations led to situations that Josy wasn’t comfortable with. It was easier to just avoid it entirely.”

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259. “Being gay is so hard,” he muttered. “Not only do you have to admit that, but then you have to find out what kind of gay you are. It’s all very confusing. It was so much easier when we played with Legos instead of dressing like leather cubs and pedo-bait.”

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260. “It’s like something so lovely can’t just be lovely. It also has to be harsh and corroding.”

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261. “Most people like hair,” Morgan said. “His is curly and dreamy. Now shut up.”

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262. “I was going to be the best friend Jeremy ever had, even if it meant death by blue balls.”

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263. “Fifteen-year-old Sam had seen twenty-year-old Ryan for the first time and had immediately run upstairs and jerked off. It had been a revolutionary and enlightening experience that essentially answered the question that yes, I was indeed very, very gay.”

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264. “If the inspirational calendar had been a person, Gus would have punched it in the face.”

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265. “Have you kissed a guy yet?” I blushed. “No.” Before.”

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266. “But a river only moves in one direction, no matter how much we wish it weren’t so.”

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267. “What’re a couple of years in the face of eternity?”

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268. “The sunlight filtered through the trees, melting the thin layer of frost on the ground. He gripped the railing as the light stretched toward him. It touched his hands first. And then his wrists, and arms, and finally his face. It warmed him. It calmed him. He hoped wherever he was going that there’d still be the sun and the moon and the stars. He’d spent a majority of his life with his head turned down. It seemed only fair that eternity would allow him to raise his face toward the sky.”

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269. “Sometimes, things get chipped and broken, but there’s still good in them.”

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270. “He couldn’t believe it was only Wednesday. And it was made worse when he realized it was actually Tuesday.”

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271. “THREE YEARS. One month. Twenty-six days.”

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272. “I can’t wait to see him again, to hold my son’s face in my hands and tell him how proud I am of him. We think we have time for such things, but there’s never enough for all we should have said.”

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273. “They fear what they don’t understand. And that fear turns to hate for reasons I’m sure even they can’t begin to comprehend.”

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274. “I know. But I like you even more when I’m sober.” “Boom,” Bernice moaned. “Right in the feels.”

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275. “You’re not like everyone else, just as they’re not you.”

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276. “You think I’m a prisoner here. That I’m trapped, that you’re trapped. And in a way, maybe we are. But I can’t quite call it a prison when there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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277. “I’m going to have to work out even more now tomorrow to make up for all the potatoes and bread. Okay. I feel bad. That was a lie. I’m not going to work out at all. That sounds just awful.”

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278. “I wasn’t smiling,” he said. “I was doing lip stretches.”

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279. “Bear? What am I?” I sigh. “My brother.” He cocks an eyebrow. “My big brother.” “Damn right. And what do my parents have in abundance?” “A tolerance for someone like you?” He glares at me. I sigh again. “Disposable income.” “And who just made a big speech about family and love and other gay things?” Goddammit. “Me.”

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280. “THAT NIGHT as I lay in bed waiting for sleep, I heard a howl from deep in the woods. It rose like a song until I was sure it was all I could ever want to sing. It went on and on and all I could think of was home, home, home.”

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281. “Life is short, Corey. Far shorter than you think it is when you’re twenty-three. Don’t let it pass you by. You don’t want to find yourself an old man filled with regrets from all the chances you didn’t take.”

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282. “May our songs always be heard.”

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283. “I could appreciate the older man. I had eyes, after all. He was all tall and barrel-chested and rocked a mustache that curled at the ends. Gary and I agreed he was a total KILF.”

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284. “I have no idea what’s going on,” he said. “I’m not even sure if I’m here.” “Yes,” Ms. Bubblegum said sympathetically. “Sounds like quite the existential crisis. Perhaps consider having it somewhere else.”

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285. “Ryan shrugged. “You’re adorable. With your angry glitter.” And Gary blushed. His whole face. Never before in the strange and sordid history of our super-best friendship had I ever seen him blush.”

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286. “A veces es mejor no expresar los deseos en voz alta, porque luego no se hacen realidad.”

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287. “You’re just not hearing what you want to hear. I know it might be hard to understand, but not everything is about you, Wallace. You have your own story. She has hers. If you’re meant to know what it is, you will.”

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288. “We live and we breathe. We die, and we still feel like breathing. It’s not always the big deaths either. There are little deaths, because that’s what grief is. I.”

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289. “Ox,” he said, a hint of his wolf poking through, eyes flashing. “Anything you’d like to tell me?” “No,” I said quickly. “Absolutely not.” “You sure about that?” he asked, his grip on my elbow tightening. I just barely managed to pull my arm free. “I’m hungry,” I said, voice rough. “We should – ” “Sure,” he said. “Let’s go.” I blinked. He smiled at me. My heart stuttered a bit. The smile widened. No.”

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290. “No,” Linus said. “I will not be careful. It may not have been by your hand that he suffered, but it was by your ideals. The ideals of DICOMY. Of a registration. Of the prejudice against them. You allow it to fester, you and all the people before you who sat where you do now. You keep them segregated from everyone else because they’re different than the rest of us. People fear them because they’re taught to.”

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291. “Sometimes I think I like you,” Gus said. “And then you talk or breathe or exist and I’m not so sure.”

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292. “You keep them segregated from everyone else because they’re different than the rest of us. People fear them because they’re taught to. See something, say something. It inspires hatred.”

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293. “Gus hated feeling anxious. He also hated warm ketchup, loud people, sunburns, parallel parking, jams and jellies, Instagram, Sarah McLachlan’s SPCA commercials, rubber glue, Michael Bay’s DVD commentaries, Michael Bay’s films, Michael Bay, and that weird feeling that tattooed, bearded hipster caused in the pit of his stomach that felt like he had tripped down a flight of stairs into a frozen lake that got lit on fire.”

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294. “The things we fear the most are often the things we should fear the least. It’s irrational, but it’s what makes us human.”

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295. “But that was the funny thing about wishes. Sometimes all it took to make them come true was a first step.”

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296. “I popped my bubble... It kept me safe, but it also kept me from living.”

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297. “I’m afraid I don’t have magic.” “You do, Mr. Baker. Arthur told me that there can be magic in the ordinary.”

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298. “Why can’t life work whatever way we want it to? What’s the point of living if you only do it how others want you to?”

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299. “Sam’s just dealing with some issues. He recently came to the realization that he’s a twenty-year-old virgin prude.”

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300. “But I still had trouble with words sometimes. It wasn’t that I didn’t have any. It was that I had too many, and they all got stuck trying to come out at once. But that was okay. Because Joe had plenty.”

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