“What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!”

“I may feel like a social outcast but im not really one. I think im an outcast inasmuch as I want to be left alone by people I cant stand which isn't really the same thing as true social ostracization now is it?”

“People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.”

“both of us hapless outcasts at the farther end of the sky; meeting like this, why must we be old friends to understand one another?”

“When you're an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.”

“When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.”