Quotes About Idiosyncrasy

We're all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it wore than others.

People are quite frequently eccentric.

My dad has sometimes felt that I grew up a little lacking in sufficient eccentricity - in the sense that I'm willing to live as an adult in a house with walls that are parallel to each other, that sort of thing.

It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.

He's one fry short of a Happy Meal.

flossing his teeth. He couldn't go to bed without flossing his teeth. For some reason, Sarah had found this irritating. If Macon were condemned to death, she'd said once, and they told him he'd be executed by firing squad at dawn, he would no doubt still insist on flossing the night before. Macon, after thinking it over, had agreed.

You're not weird, are you? (Jack) Not particularly, no. (Syd) Well, good. I got enough weirdness for the lot of us. Don't want to share it. (Jack)

I tend to play rather odd men. People that are slightly odd or eccentric, or have a more particular attitude to life.

She still had all of her marbles, though every one of them was a bit odd and rolled asymmetrically. She

what's normal, she said. adults are all just weird in different ways.

We're all crazy. What's your specific form of crazy?

decisions perhaps influenced by money, professional bias (for example, surgeons tend to favor surgery), and personal idiosyncrasy.

When I woke up I was naked. I have this one oddball idiosyncrasy: Sometimes in my sleep I take off all my clothes.

I'm interested in characters that have just a touch of madness.

You show me someone who'll eat lima beans without being at gunpoint, I'll show you a pervert!

Everybody's got something weird about them," I said.

He always had to act in an obnoxiously idiosyncratic way.

Everyone's crazy except you and me.

Whatever. I prefer our kind of crazy—we pretty much only screw with ourselves.

Mad things could be quite normal, so long as you were doing them yourself. Watching someone else doing them, you wrinkled your nose, turned around quickly, and walked away.

I have a trend of my own.

I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.

Hand taste, however, involves something greater than mere flavor. It is the infinitely more complex experience of a food that bears the unmistakable signature of the individual who made it—the care and thought and idiosyncrasy that that person has put into the work of preparing it.

We all have our funny little ways. Except me, obviously.