The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

Leave it up to hipster nerds to pretend to hate something that they actually want

The pride of the hipster food movement is sort of annoying, but it fascinates me.

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.

The 'Hipster Nerds' like stuff because they hate it. It's like they ironically like it.

When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

I honestly think hipsters eat with their assholes because they consume everything wrong.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.

And my little sister Chrissy, for teaching me that life is nothing if you're not obsessed.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

If I just stuck to pot I might have found out what a drag being an aging hipster actually was.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

I'm always at the opposite end of the spectrum, the opposite of hipster culture, and I enjoy that.

I'd say 95 percent of my audience was white. They were mostly kind of older hipster folks like myself.

Eh. Hipster's not really a thing anymore. Plus, hipster or out of touch old dude? Same uniform really.

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

I've been meaning to write about the Rolling Stones, but I am the furthest thing from a hipster rock journalist.

I don't know the difference between a hippie and a hipster but, it's fun to watch either one of them get beat up.

Man can find no better retreat from the world than art, and man can find no stronger link with the world than art.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

A thing we always talk about in today's culture is that nobody is an outsider - everybody's kind of a hipster on the inside.

As hipster chicks age, and their skin starts to sag, tramp stamps sink below waistbands, like the sun slipping into the sea.

I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

But I'd say 'How to Make It in America' is the most accurate depiction of the New York hipster community on television for sure.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

I can't be one of those hipster guys with a beard when I have a hair campaign. I strive to look a little bit more... all-American.

Part of growing up is not waiting in line at a hipster breakfast restaurant. The eggs taste the same across the street. I promise.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

The thing about hipsters is that they take very seriously trying to make themselves look like they don't take themselves seriously.

I sued American Apparel because they calculatingly took my name, my likeness and image and used them publicly to promote their business.

Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou

I understand why a lot of women want to dress hipster. But I grew up sneaking my mom's Victoria's Secrets...so I could look at the hot chicks!

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

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