Hipster Quotations

In small towns, bored teenagers turn their eyes longingly to the exciting doings in the big cities, pining for urban amenities like hipster bars and farmers' markets and indie-rock festivals. Like everyone else, they want the vibrant and they will not be denied.

If a fan comes up and it is a middle-aged lady, it is probably from 'Prime'; if it is a younger girl, it is probably from when I guest-starred on 'One Tree Hill.' And if it is, like, a skateboard kid or a hipster kid, I can tell they are 'How to Make It' fans.

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.

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.

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

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

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

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

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

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

If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

I don't feel like I'm very pop-star lame, but I'm definitely not hipster-cool.

Sometimes the sins you haven't committed are all you have left to hold onto.

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

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.

Get out of my dreams, get into my car.

I want a guy who is masculine, good with his hands and able to build stuff and who has survival skills. Facial hair is a big turn-on. Most of the kids I hang out with in New York are hipster arty types, but I like a stronger, more physically imposing man - like a lumberjack.

Fact: The new '90210' is cooler than the old '90210.' It's the lithe, streamlined Skipper to the elder series' venerable Barbie. Gone are the traditional parents - they've been replaced by a hipster mom n' pop who get busted necking in the car.

I myself identify as a recovering Blockhead. You'd be surprised how many twenty- and thirty-something hipster chicks have the NKOTB skeleton in their closet, albeit artfully concealed by stacks of Ksubi skinny jeans and ironic Judas Priest T-shirts.

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

I'm very hip-oriented. I focus on hips in my comedy - probably more than any other hipster comic who is out there hipping today. My hips, other hips. I work with my hips a great deal. That is what I do. But not in a gay way.

I would like a ship for the hips, please. Ships and hips. Hipsters to stir with their hips on the hip ships. And, of course, hips. Yeah, hip. That's me. I also like sips. I'm a slow drinker. A sipster. I'm a sipster hipster comedian. Yeah, sips. But more hips. Hip, hipster, hip star, hiptard. Definitely.

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

Speak softly, but carry a big can of paint.

A hipster is someone who's very aware of his style.

Well, it's sort of funny to try and get that balance between just accepting the reality of my friend [co-star Satya Bhabha] flying in from the ceiling of the theatre and like starting to do a dance with demon hipster chicks. It's like, so how do we react when he throws fireballs? Are we surprised? Does this happen a lot?

I'm definitely not a muscle builder or a guy that's interested in being a muscle builder. It feels good to get back down to a normal size. Not like a hipster size or a buff-guy size, but just a normal, 34-waist guy.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.

Hipsters seek refuge in church, Our Lady of Perpetual Subculture. There is some discussion as to whether or not they are still cool but then they are calmed by the obscure location and the arrival of their kind. Keep the address to yourself, let the rabble fund it themselves. Wow, this crappy performance art is really making me feel no so terrible about my various emotional issues.

The most interesting hipsters are ones who stop being hipsters.

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.

They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.

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

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

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

The difference being that a nerd would wear a D&D shirt because he loves D&D while a hipster would wear a D&D shirt because it's ridiculous that he is wearing a D&D shirt.

There's no ironic appreciation of things we love, even of things that are in fact ridiculous, which a hipster might take and own and show the world the humor in it.

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

The visionary is the only realist.

He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.

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.

We have a strategic plan. It's called 'doing things'.

The ukulele totally fits that whole hipster community or whatever you want to call it, but then at the same time it works great in nursing homes where senior citizens get together and play, and then as the traditional Hawaiian instrument with people doing the Hula and strumming the ukulele and singing.

I came up from growing up with a lot of Catholic guilt, a lot of punk rock, hipster guilt in the later years where I think people have thrown a lot of things on me. Where I always felt like I'm not supposed to tell the horn section what to play or I don't want to come off egotistical.

Nashville has always felt perfect. I don't think Third Man Records could exist in any other town that I know of in America. Anything smaller or larger than the size of Nashville, and also the music - the attention that's paid to music in that town is sort of the right kind. It's not too hipster and it's not too fake; it's something in the middle, which is really good ground for a place like Third Man Records, that aims to be genre-less. It's great to be able to have that kind of access.

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

I've never been into alternative, hipster rap music.

My father actually went to college, and my mother went to nursing school, so, you know. I wouldn't... They were actually too square and right-wing to be hip, too well-educated to be white trash, too sexy to be square. They really didn't fit any mold. They weren't really hipsters. They were just - they were two of a kind, those two.

Future hipsters will love me ironically.

They literally have what they would call "a four-quadrant" movie that they could just release at any moment. Parents want to go there, kids want to go there, hipsters want to go there. It's like everyone will want to see it.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

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...

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

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

So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

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

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

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

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

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

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.

We were just looking at ideas of each other.

Life has become the future.

The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.

Something invisible snapped inside her.

She fell apart because that's what happens.

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.

Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

Is the labyrinth living or dying?

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

Love is just a shout in the void.

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

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

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

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

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods?

Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.

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

And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.

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

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.