Quotes About Unconventional

When you listen to Prince you have no idea what decade it's from. It's beyond time.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

Normal is gross

I am married but I've yet to meet my wife, and she is dead. Such is the life of a time-traveler... complicated, that is.

What I adore is mixing the unexpected, things you don't imagine should go together

Better to be quirky alone than unhappy together.

No one could have prepared for me BBQ on pizza. I mean, both are great. But together? It was incredible.

I kind of grew up in a commune, but it wasn't a hippie commune necessarily, but it was a big house with a lot of families, we all lived together and it was the 70s, whatever that means.

You're like a little wild thing that was never sent to school.

Footnote: In 1998, a woman in Saline, Michigan received a patent for a Decorative Penile Wrap...The patent included three pages of drawings, including a penis wearing a ghost outfit, another in the robes of the Grim Reaper, and one dressed up to look like a snowman.

What sort of person experimentally infests a child with maggots? A confident sort, certainly. A maverick. Someone comfortable with the unpretty facts of biology. Someone who is perhaps himself an unpretty fact of biology.

Mir astronaut Jerry Linenger writes in his memoir that he was surprised to find a bottle of cognac in one arm of his spacesuit and a bottle of whiskey in the other. (Linenger was the Frank Burns of space exploration:

Space agencies keep a firm grip on their public image, and it's less troublesome for employees and contractors to say no to someone like me than to take their chances and see what I write. Happily there are people involved in the human side of space exploration who see value in unconventional coverage(or are just plain too nice to say no). For their candor and wit - and the generosity with which they shared their time and know-how - super-galactic thanks.

Time to try the palatant. I raise the cup to my nose. It has no smell. I roll some over my tongue. All five kinds of taste receptors stand idle. It tastes like water spiked with strange. Not bad, just other. Not food.

Good luck to Deanna Pucciarelli, the woman who seeks to introduce mainstream America to the culinary joys of pig balls. "I am indeed working on a project on pork testicles," said Pucciarelli, director of the Hospitality and Food Management Program at—fill my heart with joy!—Ball State University.

I'm always saying, 'After I die, just put me out there and blow me up.

I'm the last of the mad ones.

The universe paid me in moose

She's like nothing you bastards ever dreamed of!

I prefer to remain anomalous.

She never wore a watch, and for this she didn't need one.

Jazon and Mical. What kind of mother misspelled her kids' names on purpose?

saw a girl with a ring through her nose, a lady pushing a poodle in a stroller, and a guy wearing a cardboard box.

I think different. And I can think different if I want to.