In other people’s company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring…

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for...

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

The world turned itself into a better place around him.

Our art is made in cities like New York by people who are running from other places. They feel themselves as misfits who were trapped in dead-end suburbs. They hated high school. Their parents did...