“The fact was, by the time she got to high school, being weird and proud of it was an asset. Suddenly cool, Blue could've happily had any number of friends. And she had tried. But the problem with being weird was that everyone else was 'normal'".”
“I know she's weird. Her friends know she's weird. And we all accept it because she's weird, but also amazing.”
“She glared at him. “I'm not weird like that. I'm good weird. I'm cool weird.” “Yes,” he said doubtfully. “Yes, you are.”
“Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse.""Worse how?""Normal.”
“what's normal, she said. adults are all just weird in different ways. ”
“I'm not trying to be weird, I swear! But if I'd had a choice between "weird" and "ordinary", I'd still have chosen weird anyway.”