People laugh at me because I am different;
I laugh at people cause they are all the same.

I saw a bunch of the weirdest, oddest people I have ever met in my life, who thought different, and acted different, and even made love different. And they made me laugh, and get angry, and be happy, and be sad, and excited, and even fall in love a little....And they didn’t seem to be so weird or strange anymore.

When I lived in South Africa, I was very nervous if people would laugh at me instead of with me.

They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same

They laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at them because they're all the same.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.

A lot of people misunderstood why I was doing what I was doing, or even what I was doing. Then other people were actually kind of pissed off about it. Or they were worried I was going to make a fool of myself that it was somehow undignified or just weird.

Oh, I used to be disgusted, but now I try to be amused.

I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.

How do you find what's going to make everybody have this strange reaction in their bodies, this response that's sort of chemical and physical all at once—this noise and emotion that changes how you sit? A laugh is a weird sound, and when you get a couple thousand people making it at once, it's really strange. But when I can feel proud of myself for causing it, it's great.

If you can’t make sense of things, you start to look for some other way to deal with them. You laugh because you have to have some emotion, you have to express yourself somehow.

I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.

I wanted to...feel hatred and love, despair and tedium — all those simple, yet foolish things that make up everyday life but that give pleasure to your existence. If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy, Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don't know they are crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.