Quotes About Eccentricity

They're all kind of weird." "Everybody's kind of weird.

There are three things that everyone expects of an aristocrat," the valet replied, tugging firmly at the pig's collar. "A country house, and a weak chin, and eccentricity.

Its amazing waht you can get used to if your daily allowance of bizarre is high enough.'......Harry Dresden

I never met a normal person and neither have you.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

We need more fruitcakes in this world, and less bakers!

If we weren't all crazy, we'd just go insane.

It occurred to me almost constantly in the South that had I lived there I would have been an eccentric and full of anger, and I wondered what form the anger would have taken. Would I have taken up causes, or would I have simply knifed somebody?

What I saw that night was a world so rich and complex I was disorientated, a world complete unto itself, a world of smooth surfaces broken occasionally by a flash of eccentricity so deep that it numbed any attempt at interpretation.

I'm weird. Everyone says so.

Being crazy isn't enough.

It's never any fun being normal, and besides...all the best people are crazy.

Sometimes its to your advantage for people to think you are crazy.

I may be crazy but it keeps me from going insane.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

People mistake being weird for being talented.

I do say weird sh.. reason being I'm a weird person.

I love being weird around people. I freak them out...it makes me laugh.

Being "weird" by the norm of normal society is a work of art. Stay weird, wonderful souls.

We may all be a peculiar lot...often broke, often dissatisfied because we're not doing more and better work...but we know how to have a ball that makes the rest of the world seem square.

Let us keep courage and try to be patient and gentle. And let us not mind being eccentric, and make distinction between good and evil.

Unless you are very rich and very eccentric, you will not enjoy the luxury of a computer in your own home.

My dad was this sort of avant-garde guy who did all kinds of weird things. He was a true original and anybody who met him never forgot him.

None of us ate together: my Aunt Gladys ate at five o'clock, my cousin Susan at five-thirty, me at six, and my uncle at six-thirty. There is nothing to explain this beyond the fact that my aunt is crazy.