How to Be a Normal Person Quotes

“Sometimes I think I like you,” Gus said. “And then you talk or breathe or exist and I’m not so sure.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“A simple hello could lead to a million things. “Yeah,” Gus said. “Like herpes or getting fisted.”
― TJ Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“I don't even know you!"
"Oh," Casey said, "You will."
"Don't you threaten me!”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“I wasn’t smiling,” he said. “I was doing lip stretches.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Gustavo Tiberius speaking."

“It’s so weird you do that, man,” Casey said, sounding amused. “Every time I call.”

“It’s polite,” Gus said. “Just because you kids these days don’t have proper phone etiquette.”

“Oh boy, there’s the Grumpy Gus I know. You miss me?”

Gus was well aware the others could hear the conversation loud and clear. He was also aware he had a reputation to maintain. “Hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Really.”

“Yes.”

“Gus.”

“Casey.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Gus mumbled into the phone, blushing fiercely.

“Yeah? How much?”

Gus was in hell. “A lot,” he said truthfully. “There have been allegations made against my person of pining and moping. False allegations, mind you, but allegations nonetheless.”

“I know what you mean,” Casey said. “The guys were saying the same thing about me.”

Gus smiled. “How embarrassing for you.”
“Completely. You have no idea.”
“They’re going to get you packed up this week?”
“Ah, yeah. Sure. Something like that.”
“Casey.”
“Yes, Gustavo.”
“You’re being cagey.”
“I have no idea what you mean. Hey, that’s a nice Hawaiian shirt you’ve got on. Pink? I don’t think I’ve seen you in that color before.”

Gus shrugged. “Pastor Tommy had a shitload of them. I think I could wear one every day for the rest of the year and not repeat. I think he may have had a bit of a….” Gus trailed off when his hand started shaking. Then, “How did you know what I was wearing?”
There was a knock on the window to the Emporium. Gus looked up.
Standing on the sidewalk was Casey. He was wearing bright green skinny jeans and a white and red shirt that proclaimed him to be a member of the 1987 Pasadena Bulldogs Women’s Softball team. He looked ridiculous. And like the greatest thing Gus had ever seen.

Casey wiggled his eyebrows at Gus. “Hey, man.”

“Hi,” Gus croaked.

“Come over here, but stay on the phone, okay?”
Gus didn’t even argue, unable to take his eyes off Casey. He hadn’t expected him for another week, but here he was on a pretty Saturday afternoon, standing outside the Emporium like it was no big deal.
Gus went to the window, and Casey smiled that lazy smile.
He said, “Hi.”
Gus said, “Hi.”
“So, I’ve spent the last two days driving back,” Casey said. “Tried to make it a surprise, you know?”

“I’m very surprised,” Gus managed to say, about ten seconds away from busting through the glass just so he could hug Casey close.

The smile widened. “Good. I’ve had some time to think about things, man. About a lot of things. And I came to this realization as I drove past Weed, California. Gus. It was called Weed, California. It was a sign.”

Gus didn’t even try to stop the eye roll. “Oh my god.”
“Right? Kismet. Because right when I entered Weed, California, I was thinking about you and it hit me. Gus, it hit me.”
“What did?”
Casey put his hand up against the glass. Gus did the same on his side. “Hey, Gus?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to ask you a question, okay?”

Gustavo’s throat felt very dry. “Okay.”

“What was the Oscar winner for Best Song in 1984?”

Automatically, Gus answered, “Stevie Wonder for the movie The Woman in Red. The song was ‘I Just Called to Say I Love You.’” It was fine, of course. Because he knew answers to all those things. He didn’t know why Casey wanted to—

And then he could barely breathe.

Casey’s smile wobbled a little bit. “Okay?”

Gus blinked the burn away. He nodded as best he could.

And Casey said, “Yeah, man. I love you too.”

Gus didn’t even care that he dropped his phone then. All that mattered was getting as close to Casey as humanely possible. He threw open the door to the Emporium and suddenly found himself with an armful of hipster. Casey laughed wetly into his neck and Gus just held on as hard as he could. He thought that it was possible that he might never be in a position to let go. For some reason, that didn’t bother him in the slightest.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“He put his finger guns away. He should not be allowed to carry weapons of mass humiliation.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“He came back into the room and frowned at the calendar. He didn’t want to know what today’s message said, because yesterday’s was the absolute worst. He’d said hello and everything had turned upside down.
Gus frowned, because he was good at it.
“Ugh,” he said. “Fine.”
We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.
Gus stared at the inspirational calendar.
“Are you spying on me?” he eventually whispered.
The inspirational calendar did not reply.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“You guys look like you liked Mumford & Sons before everyone else did and now don’t like them because everyone else does.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“You have pajamas with a dead Palestinian leader’s face on them.”
“I am aware,” Gus said, trying not to fidget as Casey essentially stared at his crotch. “They’re my Yasser Arapants.”
Casey choked.
Gus waited.
“Oh my fucking god,” Casey mumbled to himself. “You’re like… just… like, this person.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“LOL. Wuteva. “What the hell does that mean?” Gus asked. “Lawl? Lole? I don’t speak youth!”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“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.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Eyebrows of Judgment,” Casey said, wiggling his fingers at Gus’s face. “We meet again.” “Don’t talk to my eyebrows,”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Never, ever let anyone tell you that who you are is wrong.
It's okay to be gay. Or straight. Or bisexual.
It's also okay to be asexual, demisexual, pansexual, or aromantic.
You do you, and if anyone gives you grief for that, remember one thing:
You are exactly the way you're supposed to be.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Why do I need to be defined as anything? Why can’t I just be who I am without some asshole trying to make me into something I’m not?”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Sometimes, Gus didn’t understand how he found himself in the situations that he did. Even if he was the common denominator, he obviously was not at fault. There had to be some other cosmic power that lorded over him. That made sense. Well, a lot of things made sense now that he was high.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Robert Redford is like cheese: he ages well and I want to put him in my mouth.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“This can be our share space.” He waved his arms around like he was encompassing the entire area.
“Our share space,” Gus repeated.
“Yes,” Casey said seriously. “You can share with me in our share space. It’s a safe place for sharing. Judgment free, that’s you and me.”
“I’m judging you,” Gus said. “You rhymed and I’m judging you.”
“Share space,” Casey whispered, staring at Gus intently.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“I know. But I like you even more when I’m sober.” “Boom,” Bernice moaned. “Right in the feels.”
― TJ Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“You sound like a young person. You are probably all hip to the lingo the kids use these days.” “You and I are the same age, Mr. Tiberius.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“If you had told Gus even a week ago that a bow tie worn by a bearded guy who could pull off a man bun, for fuck’s sake, would be the beginning of his downfall, most likely he would have glowered at you until you returned to the pit from which you had crawled with the sole purpose of saying something ridiculous.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Well, now,” Mrs. Havisham said, all but purring as she leaned forward, ample cleavage on display. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you? Tell me, Gustavo. What are your thoughts on having an experienced lover?”
“Not many,” Gus said. “In fact, none at all. Also? I came out when I was thirteen. You were there. As was the whole town. Pastor Tommy announced it at the Fall Harvest Festival. On stage. Into a microphone. There was apple pie afterward.”
“Still?” she said with an exaggerated pout.
“Yes,” Gus said, deadpan as he could make it. “Still. Funny how that works.”
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” she said, dragging a pink fingernail down his arm. “My door is always open. Like my body.”
“That’s not even remotely healthy,” Gus said with a sniff.
“Maybe that’s why I need your protein,” she said with a wink.
“Nope,” Gus said. “Nope, nope, nope.”
“You sure about that?”
“Maybe you should close that door. And your legs.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Stick with something basic that is guaranteed to kill any and all arousal like Fox News.”
― TJ Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“It took me a long while to figure it out, why I didn’t feel the way everyone else seemed to feel about sex. It doesn’t do a whole lot for me, to be honest. I thought maybe it was women, so I switched to men, but it wasn’t all that much better. It’s… it was mechanical , almost. I was going through the motions but it wasn’t really doing anything for me. I could get off but I didn’t care about it. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me until I figured it out and then it was like a big, fat asexual ray of sunshine fell over me and it was glorious . But it felt better when I figured out that I wasn’t weird and that it was okay to not want sex like everyone else. But I like touching and I like kissing most of the time and I can be there for a partner should the situation… arise. Sometimes, I’ll even jerk off, and I’m told I give really awesome hugs.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Two minutes and fourteen seconds later, he’d somehow gotten trapped in a black hole on a site called Tumblr that led to porn of a most enthusiastic variety, if the faces of the six people on the screen had any measure. Gus may have shrieked slightly when one of the pornographic actors, a large Caucasian male with exuberant-looking nipples, glared at one of the females, gave a cocky smirk, and said, “I’m gonna get yo mouth pregnant.” Gus slammed the computer shut just as the large pornographic actor began to do just that. For the next four minutes and seventeen seconds, he stood in his kitchen, rocking back and forth, moaning, “But you can’t get her mouth pregnant, you just can’t.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“I look like a gay Mormon missionary,” he lamented in the mirror. “Pardon me, have you heard the word of the Lord? It’s fabulous!”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“And Casey said, “We could go get a pizza and a beer, maybe? If you wanted to.”
And this. This was on the list. Gus was prepared for this. And before he could think it through, Gus said, “Hey, bro, I have a better idea. Let’s go try that heart-healthy vegan restaurant that just opened over on Main Street. I hear their crispy kale and tofu salad is the bomb.”
Lottie dropped the smoothie she was making. It exploded as soon as it hit the ground, berry juice spraying all over her. “Sorry,” she exclaimed. “So sorry! It just slipped!”
Gus didn’t pay much attention because he was in the throes of realizing two things at once: first, no new heart-healthy vegan restaurant has opened in Abby, much less on Main Street. And two, being normal was a lot harder than it looked because what the hell had he just done?”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“And one day I hope you get to love someone like I love you. If you do, and I know you will, you make sure you never let that go. It'll be scary, but it'll be the best thing that's ever happened to you if you let it.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Every moment we live is another moment we're already dying.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“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.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person

“Gus, dressed in the finest button-down shirt he could find in his house (plain white—Pastor Tommy had worn it when he was trying to infiltrate a Young Republicans meeting, only to have been found out, as he was neither young nor a Republican). He also found a bright pink tie to be his splash of color. He wore his slacks from work and a pair of loafers that he hoped would be considered sensible. “I look like a gay Mormon missionary,” he lamented in the mirror. “Pardon me, have you heard the word of the Lord? It’s fabulous!” He scowled at his reflection.”
― T.J. Klune, How to Be a Normal Person