“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.”

“We're not weird. We just dare to be different.”

“And you're the one who thought it was too risky to go through a gate.""That's why we're such a great team," said Eric, "We're both completely stupid about different things.”

“What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can't answer these questions because we've read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.”

“You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.”