And my experience in the music scene had shown me that there were places for places in the world where misfits were welcome.

Unlike some older brothers, I never set him on fire, or cut off an arm or leg, or drowned him in the tub.

This is a f***ing mess, I said tactfully.

In the past, when people criticized me for asking unexpected questions, I felt ashamed. Now I realize that normal people are acting in a superficial and often false manner. So rather than let them make me feel bad, I express my annoyance. It's my way of trying to strike a blow for logic and rationality.

I am sure antidepressants, drugs, and liquor have their place. But so far, that place is in others, not me.

It does not matter what sixty-six percent of people do in any particular situation. All that matters is what you do.

Building up a weakness just makes you less disabled. Building a strength can take you to the top of the world.

There are plenty of people in the world whose lives are governed by rote and routine. Such people will never be happy dealing with me, because I don't conform.

I don't really understsand why it's considered normal to stare at someone's eyeballs