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“When you make weirdness into a puzzle to be solved, you make LOST”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“What are you doing?"
"I'm darning a sock," he said, holding it up to show me.
"What's that lump inside?"
"A sock egg."
"A sock egg? I didn't know socks hatched from eggs."
"Only the best ones do. I can't wear the cheap kind, the ones that grow on trees. They give me blisters.”
― Polly Shulman, The Grimm Legacy

“Here in these circuses and carnivals we all love each other with our oddities and queernesses.”
― Rawi Hage, Carnival

“As he came up Second Avenue, Henry saw that Jerry Lauterbach was again having trouble with the neighborhood psycho. It was natural, Henry reflected, that New York, being so well supplied with all the necessities of life, should not be lacking in persons whose mental furniture was sliding on the polished floors of their intelligence.”
― Margaret Scherf, The Diplomat and the Gold Piano

“A person can spend every day of his life finding examples of our spectacular oddness, and if that's what he likes to do, then his life is destined to be full and rich.”
― Robert Reed, Clarkesworld Magazine, Issue 108, September 2015

“If all the eccentricities and all the strangenesses in this world suddenly disappear, people will fall asleep from the boredom! Every kind of oddities make life more interesting, less boring!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I spent most of the morning surveying the perimeter, wading in and out of the trees. I noted mushroom rings and unusual moss patterns, the folds in the land where flowers grew thick and the places where they slid from one color to another, and those trees which seemed darker and cruder than the others, as if they had drunk a substance other than water. An odd mist billowed from a little hollow cupped within the rugged ground; this I discovered to be a hot spring. Above it, upon a rocky ledge, were several wooden figurines, some half overgrown with moss. There was also a small pile of what I recognized as rock caramels, the salty-sweet Ljosland candies that several of the sailors had favored.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Oh, Lor' bless ou , mum,' Azazel answered quickly, 'I am laden with all sorts of gimcracks and gaudy gewgaws, fripperies, filigrees, and fooleries, not to mention frivolities, fancies, and fiddledeedees. I have all kinds of iridescent idiocies, and any number of oddities, ordinary or obsolescent, as well as a fair supply of spangled sillinesses, though I may as well warn you, they're taking those off the market, and I won't be able to get you no spare parts nor replacements, ayup, I also carry, of course, a stock of the commoner baubles and jinglements for those whose tastes lies there. Also gum for the children, those as have them.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn: The Lost Journey

“I spent most of the morning surveying the perimeter, wading in and out of the trees. I noted mushroom rings and unusual moss patterns, the folds in the land where flowers grew thick and the places where they slid from one color to another, and those trees which seemed darker and cruder than the others, as if they had drunk a substance other than water. An odd mist billowed from a little hollow cupped within the rugged ground; this I discovered to be a hot spring. Above it, upon a rocky ledge, were several wooden figurines, some half overgrown with moss. There was also a small pile of what I recognized as rock caramels, the slaty-sweet Ljosland candies that several of the sailors had favored.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Dorjan didn鈥檛 know whether to admire the record keeper who鈥檇 been added to his family or just call the man odd for his dedication to recording small things.

Some people are record keepers. Lighthouse keepers, for instance. Weather keepers for the almanac. There are organizations with profound record-keeping characteristics such as archivists for arts and history museums, research scientists, political biographers, and the recent Internal Revenue Service which could be up to no good, but what was Rich up to?”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch