I think I'm still a lone wolf, internally. And I always will be.
For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.
…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.
We are unique. Chimpanzees are unique. Dogs are unique. But we humans are just not as different as we used to think.
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.
Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.
I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.
Every man is an original and solitary character. None can either understand or feel the book of his own life like himself.
I don't know that you can compare it to another show because each show has its own individuality.
