Jim Goad Quotes

I have this very strange sensitive skin. If I put anything on it but this one product, it erupts into a rash.

I have supersensitive skin, to the point where sometimes I touch my neck and it turns red.

The condition of my skin changes often, depending on the season or if I'm traveling a lot.

I am the biggest technophobe of all time.

Some makeup you put on and feel like you're getting pimples by the hour.

I have such awful skin; it doesn't matter what magic serum they think they're putting on - I'll usually break out.

My skin is very sensitive.

Sometimes, especially when it's cold, I get dry skin, so I scratch a lot. I scratch my arms incessantly.

I'm allergic to caffeine. When I have it, my throat gets sore, and I get a rash.

When I first got an outbreak of hives, I tried everything to find relief. I felt like no one understood what I was going through.

I have this weird allergy where metal can't touch my skin.

I am allergic to a certain kind of glue. Most eyelash glues are terrible, the glue in acrylic nails. I get a rash up my arm and face.

My skin's rather difficult to fix, and I'm incredibly sensitive.

I break out in a rash if I go to the gym; all I did was shave my chest.

I have a very complicated relationship with my skin. It is sensitive, I think, to just changes in water, particularly because I travel so much.

I occasionally suffer from eczema but only very mildly.

He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and had stopped in the middle of the hall, furiously scratching one bare forearm. "Fleas?" I said.

If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy - if you are anywheres where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upwards of a thousand places.

She was nice to him on Valentine's Day. She gave him a heart-shaped rash.

When I was in my early twenties, I spent six months bedbound with a condition called Cholinergic Urticaria that basically means I'm allergic to heat, including my own body. It was bad.

Nobody ever died of discomfort, yet living in the name of comfort has killed more ideas, more opportunities, more actions, and more growth than everything else combined. Comfort kills!

I'm very uncomfortable with the idea of vaginas. They bother me in the way that spiders bother some people.

Between the approximation of the idea and the precision of reality there was a small gap of the unimaginable, and it was this hiatus that gave him no rest.

I have no skills with machines. I fear them, and because I cannot help attributing human qualities to them, I suspect that they hate me and will kill me if they can.

Putting the makeup on, not a problem. Taking the makeup off, every night.... it makes your face swell.