Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.

...Life is much simpler if you don’t notice anything....

All I did was offer to kill your dog, and the next thing I know I’m being judged.

Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.

If you just go with the flow, no matter what weird things happen along the way, you always end up exactly where you belong.

I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.

You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.

"Well-- I don’t know-- the cops might not respond too well to you looking through their windows with a telescope."

I don’t believe it! You’re still interested in the girl, despite the fact that she might be some kind of alien. Does this sickness of yours have any bounds?