Christmas in L.A. is weird. There's no snow. It's not even cold.
God gave me some weird beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.
I've been trying to find women writers for my staff for a while now and I have three women on my staff and three guys so it's pretty equal. I don't know why that is. It's been the same thing for a while. It's hard for female comedians to stand out. That's weird. That's a shame.
But if you want to know the truth the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.
My interactions with Sorkin were agonisingly weird. He is by far the weirdest person I have ever met. I had dinner with him and a few hours before I got an e-mail from his assistant saying 'Sean this does not need to be a long conversation. Aaron is only going to use it to win your trust.'
But I want people to understand that poker's not all glamorous it's not all being on TV and making tons of money. It's a hard life. It's a lot of travel. It's a lot of weird hours.
I don't take any photographs. I travel a lot by myself and I feel weird taking photos on my own.
I really enjoy what I do and who I'm with and where I am. Having said that I'm not really a person of habit because what I do in my job is travel around the world and play concerts to people and occasionally do very weird things.
I'm thankful for weird people out there 'cause they're some of the most creative people.
I don't know if this is too weird to say but this is completely surreal for me. Bizarre. The cover of 'Teen Vogue' has been on my bucket list forever.
I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone I know but mine was plain weird.
This weird thing happens when you're in a movie that has some level of success. People start offering you all kinds of things and they just expect you to do them because they'll be good for your career. It's not about the project's integrity or anything like that.
The only concept or experience or core belief that I can attribute my other-ness to is that I just started out a weirdo and I stayed a weirdo. And it took me a long time to embrace my outsidership and see it as a strength rather than a weakness.
I've always loved sports and hockey is a sport I play as much as I can. I love it. In a weird way it's like church and therapy and exercise all rolled up into one. I mean when I play hockey I don't think about anything.
I keep getting these extraordinary letteres really weird ones from American sports stars - I've always thought you were one pretty lady and now that you're single I want to meet you for a drink.
When the going gets weird the weird turn pro.
I had ordered long legs but they never arrived. My eyes are weird too one is gray and the other is green. I have a crooked smile and my nose looks like a ski slope. No I would not win a Miss contest.
I know what I look like - a weird sad clown puppet. I'm fine with that.
Being on your own would be sad sick and weird. I don't trust myself. I need that balance.
We have to understand how the extremists got the way they are. Without that kind of understanding we'd never really get to know them. I put in nothing about their childhoods. But what I have put in is stuff about the weird symbiotic relationship between us and them.
This thing with everyone knowing you it's weird because people have this one-sided relationship where they look at your picture and feel they know you more than someone they actually know. I don't really know myself that well.
It was R.E.M. who showed other Eighties bands how to get away with ignoring the rules - they lived in some weird town nobody never heard of they didn't play power chords they probably couldn't even spell 'spandex.' All they had was songs.
There's a weird cloud around you when you're recognizable. It was a brief window for me. I think you have to have a pathological need for attention of any type negative or positive to thrive in that kind of situation. And I only want compliments.
In their heyday the Pet Shop Boys were the Interpol of the Eighties dressing up to sing really weird pop songs about lust and loneliness in the big city. They're low-pro now not retro-worshipped in the manner of Depeche Mode New Order or The Cure but you can hear the reason why - these guys are too sad.