Top 500 T.J. Klune Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “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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302. “You’re not like everyone else, just as they’re not you.”

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303. “I try to be the best ferryman I can be because I know people are counting on me. I think that’s all anyone can ask for. I’ve learned from my mistakes, even as I continue to make new ones.”

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304. “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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305. “The little girl. She wasn’t scared of me. She was nice. She didn’t care what I looked like. That means she can make up her own mind. Maybe that woman will tell her I’m bad. And maybe she’ll believe it. Or maybe she won’t believe it at all. Arthur told me that in order to change the minds of many, you have to first start with the minds of few. She’s just one person. But so is the lady.”

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306. “Death isn’t a final ending, Wallace. It is an ending, sure, but only to prepare you for a new beginning.” He was stunned when he felt a tear trickle down onto his cheek. He brushed it away, not able to look at Mei as he did so. “You’re awfully strange.” He heard the smile in her voice. “Thank you. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. You’re awfully strange too, Wallace Price.”

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

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

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310. “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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311. “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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312. “We’re a lighthouse, Nick. A beacon to help them find their way home.”

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313. “I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”

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314. “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?” “Lucy,” Mr. Parnassus warned. Lucy stared at Linus. “Whatever you want, I can give you,” he whispered.”

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315. “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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316. “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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317. “But even if you have bad dreams, you must remember that they’re only that. Dreams. You will always wake from them. And they will fade, eventually. I’ve found that waking from a bad dream brings a sense of relief unlike anything else in the world. It means what you were seeing wasn’t real.”

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

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319. “He softened, and it felt green. “I’ll be your hands.” “And I’ll be your sanity.” He leaned forward then. He kissed me. In our room, as cool winter sunlight filtered in through the window. It was sweet and warm, and I’d never wanted anything more.”

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320. “I like being round,” Talia announced. “It means there’s more of me to love.”

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321. “Linus sighed. “I’m not trying to argue with you on this.” Arthur nodded. “Of course not. Because if we were arguing, it would mean that we were both so set in our ways, we weren’t amenable to seeing it from another side. And I know I’m not that stubborn.”

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322. “Your brain is telling you that you can’t, but you don’t always have to listen to it.”

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323. “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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324. “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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325. “Love is such a weapon in the face of darkness, if you only know how to wield it.”

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326. “Mr. Parnassus arched an eyebrow. “The world is a weird and wonderful place. Why must we try and explain it all away? For our personal satisfaction?”

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327. “Overhauling decades of preconceptions would take time.”

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328. “Honesty was a weapon. It could be used to stab and tear and spill blood upon the earth.”

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329. “Please do not hold your applause. I need validation.”

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

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331. “We don’t interfere with death. We can’t.” “Why not?” “Because it’s always there. No matter what you do, no matter what kind of life you live, good or bad or somewhere in between, it’s always going to be waiting for you. From the moment you’re born, you’re dying.”

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

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333. “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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334. “We’re here now because we chose each other. In the end, it’s always been about choice.”

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335. “It’s time, I think. To let the past rest. Take something filled with anger and sadness and make it better.”

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336. “Sometimes, things get chipped and broken, but there’s still good in them.” “Adds character, I think,” Linus said. “And allows for a reminder of a memory.”

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337. “I don’t need an accountant,” he told Calliope as she wound between his legs. “I have other things to think about. Like tomorrow. Why is it that I must always worry about tomorrows?”

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338. “His thoughts were all cerulean.”

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339. “Oh sure, the idea of creating something new is always scary, but the act itself is cathartic. Liberating.”

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340. “Everyone needs someone. Some just need one. Others need many.”

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341. “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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342. “The world is a weird and wonderful place. Why must we try and explain it all away?”

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343. “Bravery is a virtue,” Arthur said. “In the face of adversity, it separates the strong from the weak.” “Or the stupid from the smart,” Talia muttered, squeezing Linus’s hand. “Boys are dumb.”

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344. “For the most part, he’d accepted that some people were born to be Extraordinaries, and some people were born to be medicated so they didn’t spin out of control. Fair? Not really, but Nick was learning that his brain could do things that others couldn’t. In a way, he had his own superpower, even if it was called a disorder.”

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

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346. “May our songs always be heard.”

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347. “Death is wonderful to music. It makes the singers sound like ghosts.”

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348. “I don’t know how to be anyone but who I already am. This is how I’ve always been. It’s not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.”

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349. “Here was a shot of an island in a cerulean sea, the trees so thick, he couldn’t see the ground.”

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

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