Quotes About Weird

The true nature of the world was weirder than any bizarre fabric that anyone might weave from the warp and weft of imagination's loom.

Reality is bizarre enough for me.

Your imagination needs o be broken in, I think, to become anywhere near as weird as the world.

I haven't even watched that many movies; I'm, like, a weird actor.

I read in a weird way. It comes in waves, and then I start, like, five different books at once. It takes me six months to a year to finish them all, since I read mostly on planes.

If I'm filming 'Dragons' Den', we work flat out until 8pm, although I love seeing the weird, wonderful and plain delusional.

You just can't get surprised when you get surprised, because weird stuff just comes over the transom all the time, and it's not necessarily anything that you've planned for or anticipated.

I'm the weird poet who has paid her dues in the experimental world for 30 or 40 years.

I'm way more in my head acting than I am when I'm writing. So there's a weird love/hate on both ends. But writing, as tough as it is, I get so much more out of it. It's like climbing Mt. Everest.

I have a thing for Baltimore: the word itself, the place - I don't know where it comes from; it's just a weird city. I have a song called 'Baltimore,' but I'm not from there. I've driven through there a lot. We've played a couple of shows there, but it's not a big market. Some good bands come from there, though. Animal Collective and Beach House.

We've always been more... weird compared to most bands, girls or no.

I suspect I have a relationship with my religion which will seem slightly weird to people who don't understand me.

This sounds really cheesy and weird, but the pitbull is a sweet animal that just wants love until it's provoked - that's kind of how I've lived my life, too.

How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pretty close. Grotesque melodrama? Certainly. Black comedy? Your point of view will determine that. Perhaps it was a combination of them all... So, to the story. A chronicle of greed and cruelty, horror and rapacity, sadism and murder. Love, American style.

Look, if we go in the front, they'll both want to fuss over you, and we won't have any privacy, and I can't mention ghosts and weird things in front of them." "You know, cher , I've had a lotta girls talk me into their bedrooms, but this is the first time I've heard that excuse.

Frank," Belinda sounded more drained than angry. "When are you going to stop making excuses for him?" "He had a bad day at practice yesterday," Hildy went on as if she hadn't heard. "He's always weird when he's been bad at practice.

It seemed weird calling a teenager 'sir' but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then, they blew stuff up.

I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta. Leo snorted. What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

Just his luck he was related to this grubby old dude. He hoped all sons of Neptune didn't share the same fate. First, you start carrying a man satchel. Next thing you know, you're running around in a bathrobe and pink bunny slippers, chasing chickens with a weed whacker.

Amos clapped his hands. "Khufu!" I thought he'd sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.

The farm god rolled his eyes. He pointed at the corn plant, and BAM! Nico di Angelo appeared in an exposion of corn silk. Nico looked around in panic. I-I had the weirdest nightmare about popcorn.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but before Alex went down the ladder, she gave me a look like You okay? Or maybe she was just wondering why I was so weird, as per usual.

Alex hopped onto the four-poster bed. He bounced up and down, grinning as the springs squeaked. What are you doing? I asked. Making noise. He leaned over and rifled through Randolph's nightstand drawer. Let's see. Cough drops. Paper clips. Some wadded-up Kleenex that I am not going to touch. And ... He whistled. Medication for bowel discomfort! Magnus, all this bounty belongs to you! You're a strange person. I prefer the term fabulously weird .