428 Quotes by T.J. Klune

'He'll probably end up angling for a threesome. Then I'll have to get my animal name so I can be a part of the group. So Native American of you white boys. I'll probably go for something like Falcon. Or Wolf.' 'Jackass suits you better,' Anna intones.

I told the Kid I thought Wednesday was Latin for Satan, and that we probably shouldn't do it then because it might be bad luck. The Kid then proceeded to tell me what the word Wednesday actually means and where it came from (apparently it's Middle English for Wednes dei, the day of the English God Woden--how the hell he knows these things, I'll never know). He then said to stop being such a girl.

А home isn't always the house we live in. It's also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.

Well, it was so quiet you could have heard a molecule fart three states away.

It was just me and him, there in that place where tragedy had happened, where I thought my life had ended. But somehow, he made it seem like a home again. Somehow, he gave it back to me.

I googled “what to do when your future werewolf mate / boyfriend /best friend courts you and brings you a dead rabbit.” First, there was a lot of porn. Then I found a recipe for Maltese rabbit stew. It was delicious. The stew, not the porn. The porn was weird.    

I had wished upon them as a child and had wished upon them as an adult. It was upon these stars that I had rested my hopes and dreams, my anger and frustrations. I wished because as a child, that's what you're supposed to do. You don't know any better. I wished because as an adult, sometimes you don't know what else to do. You know better, but you don't care.

I believe in a lot of things. They don't have to be real for everyone, just as long as they're real for me.

The final thing I learned?I was completely and irrevocably obsessed with dicks.And also pretty damn gay.“Oh sweat balls,” Paul said. “That was… something. Also? I’m confused and I have an erection. As if being fat wasn’t hard enough, now I have to be sweaty and like penises. And I want a pizza. What the hell. How is this my life?”“My dearest Paul,” I said finally. “I think we might be queer.”“Well fuck,” Paul said succinctly.