428 Quotes by T.J. Klune

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.

We should always make time for the things we like. If we don’t, we might forget how to be happy.

Please just let me have you. Please. Nothing else matters if I can’t have you.

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.

Gus wondered if normal people carried their grief like he did. He wondered if normal people carried it for the rest of their lives like he thought he would. It didn’t hurt as much as it once had, but sometimes the scar broke apart and it was all he could do to breathe through it.

Opinions are like sphincters in that most people have them, just some are louder than others and can be terribly messy if not handled correctly.

But if you worry too much about all the things you could be, you’ll miss out on all the things you actually are.

LOL. Wuteva. “What the hell does that mean?” Gus asked. “Lawl? Lole? I don’t speak youth!

Change often starts with the smallest of whispers. Like-minded people building it up to a roar.