Blue Like Jazz

Donald Miller:
He told me jazz was like life, cause it doesn't resolve.

Donald Miller:
Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something, before you can love it yourself.

Donald Miller:
My dad says life is like jazz because it doesn't resolve... But what if we're not alone?... What if all these stars are notes on a page of music, swirling in the blue... like jazz...

The Hobo:
You only believe that stuff 'cuz you're afraid to hang out with people that don't.

Lauryn:
Your private, religious, wacko beliefs are none of my business, but if you plan on sticking around long enough to unpack your secret underwear or whatever, you probably want to keep that quiet around here.

Donald Miller:
What's wrong with being a Christian?

Lauryn:
Do you have any idea what your hateful, bullying tribe has been up to? Cause around here, you represent a whole new category of despicable. So, if you plan on ever making friends, or sharing a bowl, or seeing a human vagina without a credit card, get in the closet, Baptist boy, and stay there.

Penny:
People in Portland don't use umbrellas.

Donald Miller:
That's dumb.

Donald Miller:
[to Lauryn] Are you trying to make me a lesbian?

Donald Miller:
[Don's father, the Hobo, just offered him the opportunity to go to Reed College instead of the Baptist college he planned to attend] Why now?

The Hobo:
It's cheaper than having you kidnapped and deprogrammed.

The Hobo:
[to Don] Want a beer? I won't tell Jesus.

Kenny:
[Don and his Baptist youth minister talk before Don leaves for college] Don't let them brainwash you, Donny.

Donald Miller:
Well, it is a Baptist college.

Donald Miller:
Back in Texas I knew everything. Because I'm from Texas.

James Larkin:
The universe doesn't owe us meaning, son. If you want meaning, I suggest you try a dictionary.