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“When I lived in the city, I dreamed in color, of places where the sea stretched on for miles and miles. [...] But what I didn’t expect was that the color didn’t come from the ocean, or the trees, or even the island itself. It came from all of you.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. 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.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“Let them listen to what joy sounds like. Maybe they’ll learn a thing or two.”
― T.J. Klune, Somewhere Beyond the Sea

“We should always make time for the things we like. If we don't, we might forget how to be happy.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea