Top 500 T.J. Klune Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “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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252. “I’m about to hug the crap out of you,” I warned him. “Like, full-on feelings hug where it goes on for a bit too long and becomes slightly awkward and we both clear our throats and shuffle our feet when it’s over.”

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253. “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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254. “He’s going to murder me,” Josy moaned. “And then he won’t want to be my boyfriend because I’m dead, and no one wants to date a dead guy except for necrophiliacs and teenage girls.”

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255. “Gustavo! Stop shaking your fists at that mermaid! You’ll scare away potential customers!”

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

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258. “We get trapped in our own little bubbles, and even though the world is a wide and mysterious place, our bubbles keep us safe from that. To our detriment.”

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259. “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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260. “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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261. “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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262. “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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263. “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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264. “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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265. “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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266. “You’re not like everyone else, just as they’re not you.”

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

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268. “Stick with something basic that is guaranteed to kill any and all arousal like Fox News.”

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269. “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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270. “I had to remind myself it was illegal to murder dragons.”

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271. “I know sometimes you see things when you close your eyes that no one should ever see. But there is good in you, Lucifer, overwhelming so. I know there is.”

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272. “Bravery is a virtue... In the face of adversity, it separates the strong from the weak.”

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273. “May our songs always be heard.”

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274. “Como he dicho antes, el mundo es un lugar raro y maravilloso, pero eso no significa que no tenga dientes. Y muerde cuando uno menos se lo espera.”

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275. “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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276. “Also, we would accept donations in our name to Planned Parenthood, because the male Republicans who wish to dismantle it should have their testicles hooked up to a car battery. Maybe then they would understand what it feels like to be a woman in America.”

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277. “Honey, you’re pouting. That’s not dangerous. It’s adorable.”

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278. “It was about then that I realized I was an extraordinarily complex person, because my logic typically made no sense.”

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279. “If wishes were fishes, we’d all swim in riches.”

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

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281. “Monsters are real. Magic is real. The world is a dark and frightening place and it’s all real.”

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282. “Hindsight is a powerful thing, Wallace. We don’t always see what’s right in front of us, much less appreciate it. It’s not until we look back that we find what we should have known all along. I won’t have you thinking I’m a perfect man. It would be a lie. But I’ve learned that maybe I was a better person than I expected. I think that’s all anyone can ask for.”

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283. “Every step forward is a step closer to home.”

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

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285. “You were his, Ox. Even then. And he was yours.” I.”

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286. “Why?” he cried. “Why the hell are you doing this? Why do you even care? Is it guilt? Is this your way of getting back at me? Do you really hate me that much? Why the hell are you doing this, Gordo? Now, after all this time, why are you doing this?” “It’s because I’m scared,” I said, voice breaking. “I love you, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

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287. “Chris pulled a small notepad from a pocket lining the inside of his jacket. He opened it, putting it on the table before him. He frowned, patting his outside pockets, before pulling out a stubby pencil that looked like it’d been gnawed on repeatedly. “Okay,” he said, opening the notepad to a fresh sheet of paper. “The meeting to get Gordo laid can now commence.”

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288. “But he felt lighter somehow. Like he wasn’t paint blending into the wall. He felt real. He felt present. Almost like he could be seen.”

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289. “I winked at myself in the mirror and then realized that’s what douchebags did, so I vowed to never do it again. I.”

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290. “I needed to see him. To make sure he was okay. To tell him how sorry I was. That I never wanted to leave him. That I never wanted to be anywhere but by his side. All I ever wanted was to keep him safe. Ever since that first day on the road, when he spoke and moved like a little tornado, all I ever wanted was to make sure nothing ever happened to Joe Bennett. He was coming for me. I.”

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291. “It’s not about need, Linus. That’s not what gift giving is for. It’s about the joy that someone is thinking of you.”

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292. “She said that life was more than dirty socks.”

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

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294. “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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295. “I’m not crying. My eyes are sweating.”

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296. “Your bubble, Mr. Baker. It’s been popped. Why would you allow it to grow around you again?”

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297. “We are who we are not because of our birthright, but because of what we choose to do in this life. It cannot be boiled down to black and white. Not when there is so much in between.”

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298. “I think he is a MILF. Machine I’d Like to Fornicate.”

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299. “But sometimes things happen that we don’t expect. Like finding a boy with magic in his skin who is everything.”

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300. “He’d accepted long ago that some people, no matter how good their heart was or how much love they had to give, would always be alone.”

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