“But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.”
“Who's to say what's better or worse anyway? Who's to even say what's normal or average? We're all different people and we're allowed to be different from on another. If someone ever says you're weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don't curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hate. That'll show them.”
“what's normal, she said. adults are all just weird in different ways. ”
“I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.”
“We're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.”