The word ‘weird’ is never spoken or thought of by the Fey, as to them there is nothing very strange when you take it as it is.

The more passionate and argumentative I get the more followers and friends I make online.

How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.

I think everybody’s weird. We should all celebrate our individuality and not be embarrassed or ashamed of it.

There’s a weird logic that explains a common truth.

But since day one, we’ve always been kinda up against it. So at the end, it’s not surprising that we were kind of led along for so many months and didn’t know what the fate of the show was gonna be. It was… in a weird way, just kind of that was the way it’s...

Everyone has a childhood, everyone had awkward years and weird stages. Mine were broadcast for eight years.

The older I get, the more I just like plugging directly into my amp. I’m tired of trying to impress myself with weird sounds. It’s about the notes more.

Isn’t it weird? The way you remember things when it’s gone.

If it doesn’t sweat, jiggle, or pant, it’s not alive.

Do we have a hand mirror?’ I asked from the kitchen doorway.’Never use one,’ said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream.’Naturally, you’re a male. What you see is what you’ve got,’ I said resentfully.’Huh?’ said Lester.

I could lose my mind, your love drives me crazy, and I ignore the reason why I’m crying at everytime I remember it’s not reciprocal and you’re saying that you’re sorry because you don’t show everything.

We have the best rats in town!

I’m obsessed with shopping. I’ll get these urges to buy, like to shop for stuff on the Internet. I search for all kinds of weird gizmos I could get.

My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous massof post-human organic circuitry.Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.My love is a man-machine interface gun.

You fell off the tree of fucked-up-weird and slammed every branch on the way down.

He’s my father, whoever he is, so he must have had sex with my mother at least once, and I’d love to kill him for that.

I wanted to do a weird book and reestablish my independent, small-press roots.

Have I seen any plays that I’ve been in? Uh, you know, might be a little weird.

We’re all weird.

Facebook is that successful guy you’re supposed to want to date, but you can’t keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

Alice smiled her wide smile. The crooked incisor smile.

I, myself, love complications and mystery which I didn’t notice that I had become one.

You guys are weird,” Tori said.Simon sat on the crate beside me. “That’s right. We are totally weird and completely uncool. Your popularity is plummeting just by being near us.

Yes I am weird, weird is good. Normal is overrated.

If they can worship a weird creature, which is even not existed; why I must not worship a beautiful one who is already here.

I might be a very weird lover; having you the center of my dreams and reality.

A brick could be used to cut things. The duller the object, the sharper the user has to be to make it work.

A blanket could be used like a cat, if it were furry and purred.

Honestly, I’d rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, “You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color.” Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma’s insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn’t appreciate the bright blue streaks in...

A brick could be used to control whole populations of people. Just get a good looking person, like a news anchor, to give it out to the masses and say soothing things with a straight face and all will be OK and the system will continue on as centrally planned.

A brick could be used in the back part of a director’s last name, to make an epic space odyssey.

A blanket could be used as a shield, in a fight with a cold shower. I know, because I won that battle this morning, only I wielded a sword—and an erection made of sleep.

A brick could be used to show you how much I love you. Well, maybe not a whole brick, but certainly a half a brick would be an accurate measure for the amount of love I have for you.

A brick could be used to show support for your favorite team. They want to crush their opponents, and if you’ve got the arm strength and accuracy, you should do everything in your power to help them do just that.

A brick could be used to replace the brother you never had. Well, it’s only a possibility, but you probably won’t like it, because as soon as your parents gain another child, you’ll quickly find out that you were only their favorite child because you were their only child.

A brick could be used to create a new society, a perfect society, where there is no inequality, there are no laws, and most importantly, there are no people.

A brick could be used to suppress the price of gold. But not for very long, because once the people realize the unrealized potential in undercutting the central bankers, gold will rise and fiat currency will sink.

A blanket could be used to rob a bank. Guns are so Bonnie and Clyde, but a blanket bank robbery has a certain amount of seduction involved. A blanket has a lot more banging involved than the bang-bang of a gun.

A brick could be used to grow your annual income by a factor of four. What, you don’t believe me? Are you calling me a liar?

A brick could be used as a book cover. Talk about hardcover!

A blanket could be used to sail with the wind. That wind is provided by my ceiling fan, and my boat is my bed. Why don’t you come over, and I’ll teach you the art of seafaring.

Because if I’m weirdAnd ostracized and friendlessIt’s not personal.

I write weird stories. I don’t know why I like weirdness so much. Myself, I’m a very realistic person. I don’t trust anything New Age — or reincarnation, dreams, Tarot, horoscopes. I don’t trust anything like that at all. I wake up at 6 in the morning and go to bed at 10, jogging every...

Basically, I’m in a kilt and a white shirt every day. So, you know, I don’t have a lot of scope, and I’m really picky about what I wear. Even if it’s weird, it’s very particular to me. And you can’t make a business out of what I would wear. We’d be out of business.

I’m kind of weird – I don’t get excited. Sometimes I fake that I’m excited just to make people happy.

Weerd is a weird way to write weird, but seemingly more normal than weird. Also, hate is a weird way to write love.

This is ridiculous. I’m talking to a horse about politics.

I’d rather have nobody to say anything to, than have nothing to say to anybody.

Death is beautiful, part of life… No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.