Top 500 T.J. Klune Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Monsters are real. Magic is real. The world is a dark and frightening place and it’s all real.”

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

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304. “Home is where you feel like yourself,” Ms. Chapelwhite said, and Linus could only agree. “It’s the same for us, isn’t it, children? Home is where we get to be who we are.”

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305. “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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306. “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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307. “You were his, Ox. Even then. And he was yours.” I.”

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

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309. “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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310. “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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311. “I knew what to look for because I listened for it. As long as you listen, you can hear all manner of things you never thought were there to begin with.”

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312. “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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313. “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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314. “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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315. “These children are faced with nothing but preconceived notions about who they are. And they grow up to be adults who know only the same. You said it yourself: Lucy wasn’t who you expected him to be, which means you already had decided in your head what he was. How can we fight prejudice if we do nothing to change it? If we allow it to fester, what’s the point?”

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316. “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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317. “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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318. “Everything deserves a chance.”

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319. “My insides are rotted and festering like an infected wound leaking pus.”

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320. “Mr. Baker,” Lucy said sweetly. “Can I get you something to drink? Juice, perhaps? Tea?” He leaned forward and dropped his voice. “The blood of a baby born in a cemetery under a full moon?”

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

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

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324. “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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325. “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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326. “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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327. “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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328. “Love is an amazing thing. It can move armies. It can destroy people. It can cause even the mightiest of us to fall to our knees in supplication. It’s terrifying and wonderful, and if you let it, it can be the greatest thing in the world.”

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

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330. “You don’t want to end up missing the forest for the trees.”

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331. “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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332. “I learned a very harsh lesson then: Sometimes wishes should never be spoken aloud as they won’t come true.”

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333. “Oh dear,” Linus Baker said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “This is most unusual.” That was an understatement. He watched in rapt wonder as an eleven-year-old girl named Daisy levitated blocks of wood high above her head.”

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334. “She stopped and turned her face toward the sky. “There’s music everywhere, Mr. Baker. You just have to learn to listen for it.” He followed her gaze. Above them, trees swayed, the wind rustling through the leaves. Branches creaked. Birds called. He thought he heard the chatter of squirrels. And underneath it all, the song of the ocean, waves against the shore, the scent of salt heavy in the air.”

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335. “You’ve given me more than I could ever ask for. Hugo, can”t you see? I am who I am because you showed me the way. You refused to give up on me. Which is how I know you’ll help all those who come after me and need you as much as I did.”

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336. “I said something I’d been thinking for a long while, “This guy came into work. I thought he was attractive. I check out guys sometimes.” It came out fast because that was the first time I’d said it aloud. It felt like relief. And terror. Carter.”

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337. “Life is senseless, and on the off chance we find something that does make sense, we hold onto it as tightly as we can.”

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338. “You’ll have to warn them,” Mrs. Von Patterson said seriously. “When you go in there. Tell them this town is filled with cougars on the prowl. But that it’s definitely okay to feed the wild animals.” All three women curled their hands into claws, baring their teeth and hissing at him. “Bad touch,” Gus cried, trying to back away as they reached for him. “Bad touch!”

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339. “Calling me a freak doesn’t say anything about me, but it says all you need to know about the person hurling it like a grenade.”

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340. “Boys can be anything girls can. And girls can be anything boys can. My mom says that sometimes; boys can even be girls.”

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341. “His thoughts were all cerulean.”

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342. “Sometimes, the people we want to protect the most might not understand why we do the things we do. But that doesn’t mean they love us any less. Only you can decide where your faith lies.”

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343. “I’d hate to know everything. There’d be no mystery left. What would be the point?”

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344. “Funny how that works out, isn’t it? That we can find the most unexpected things when we aren’t even looking for them.”

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345. “No. It’s not. Life rarely is. But we deal with it the best we can. And we allow ourselves to hope for the best. Because a life without hope isn’t a life lived at all.”

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346. “Love is such a weapon in the face of darkness, if you only know how to wield it.”

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347. “Of candy canes and pine cones, and epic and awesome.”

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348. “He’d learned early on in life that if he didn’t speak, people often forgot he was there or even existed. His mother had told him once when he was a child that he blended in with the paint on the wall, only memorable when one was reminded it was there at all.”

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349. “Because all beings deserve a chance to find out what life could be when they don’t have to serve others.”

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350. “Dammit. I liked my potential murderer.”

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