I am eccentric, I admit it, but I am not a nutcase.
When I first started writing in my early 20s it was literary criticism for a very eccentric magazine called Books And Bookmen, which allowed me to write, more or less anything.
Before you can be eccentric, you must know where the circle is.
She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.
I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.
I have always shook with fright before human beings. Unable as I was to feel the least particle of confidence in my ability to speak and act like a human being, I kept my solitary agonies locked in my breast. I kept my melancholy and my agitation hidden, careful lest any trace should be left exposed. I feigned an innocent optimism; I gradually perfected myself in the role of the farcical eccentric.