One role blends into the next role. I mean, there's strange idiosyncrasies from roles that I play that I picked up that will never go away.
If I went to a psychiatrist, it would be a long session. I've always thought that I do have a number of issues that probably need dealing with, because I am quite odd in some ways.
Everybody is somebody's else's weirdo
The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that's what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they're not. Ah, that's the good stuff!
Everyone has a few little quirks in their preparation - I just tend to do the same sort of things as I did in previous competitions - but there's nothing too weird, sticking with lucky knickers or socks! For instance, I'll see my family the day before a fight but won't see them on the day.
Whatever makes you weird is probably your greatest asset.
I've got a lot of little quirks and moments that - my wife, she knows exactly what to say and how to handle me, 'cause I can be hard to handle.
I do a lot of strange things.
A secret talent or hobby... Hmm... I weirdly collect shot glasses.
Be happy with being you. Love your flaws. Own your quirks. And know that you are just as perfect as anyone else, exactly as you are.
Certain faults are necessary for the existence of the individual. We would resent it if old friends were to get rid of certain peculiarities.
People have nervous tics they don't know about, and I would advise asking around. Ask the casting director, 'Is there something I'm doing?' I would see people unconsciously rocking back and forth. I roll my lips. I bite my lips and roll them.
I think everybody's weird. We should all celebrate our individuality and not be embarrassed or ashamed of it.
I've got plenty of quirks. I go to an office early in the morning. Early in the morning is really good writing time. I take anywhere between six to eight showers a day. I'm not exaggerating. I'm not a germaphobe: it's all about a fresh start.
I'm grateful for my own head and for all the weird things in it.
A lot of the time I get obsessed by little nerdy things in my corner that no one else is interested in. I have that nerd factor in my character.
It is an odd thing, owing life to pills, one's own quirks and tenacities, and this unique, strange, and ultimately profound relationship called psychotherapy.
The greater a man's talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
I mean, I'm 6-foot-11, I've got red hair, freckles, I'm a goofy, nerdy-looking guy, I've got a speech impediment-I stutter and stammer all the time-and I'm a Deadhead.
I do have odd habits. I check under my bed every night for the bogeyman. That's just a little thing, though.
I've realized the quirky things that make you different are what make you beautiful.
History is about life. It's awful when the life is squeezed out of it and there's no flavor left, no uncertainties, no horsing around. It always disturbed me how many biographers never gave their subjects a chance to eat. You can tell a lot about people by how they eat, what they eat, and what kind of table manners they have.
I think that when people start hanging around each other, they start to pick on on each other's quirks and taste in music, apparently.
A lot of times people hide their quirks when they're first getting to know a person.
Socially, I think I'm quite comfortable; I enjoy chatting to people... but I do have my quirks.
