I hate that mouse
What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.
Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.
Language is sometimes a barrier instead of a pathway.
The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me-a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had sp...
The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?
What has happened to me? Why am I so alone in the world?
I don't know why I resented it so intensely to have them think of me as something newly minted in their private treasury, but it was-I am certain-echoes of that idea that had been sounding in the cham...
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.
Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding. Why? What in God's name did they want of me?
Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.--Charlie Gordan
The answer can't be found in books - or be solved by bringing it to other people. Not unless you want to remain a child all your life. You've got to find the answer inside you - feel the right thing t...
People resent being shown that they don't approach the complexities of the problem - they don't know what exists beyond the surface ripples.
P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.
I’m exceptional- a democratic term used to avoid the damning labels of gifted and deprived (which used to mean bright and retarded) and as soon as exceptional begins to mean anything to anyone they’ll...
I was her bestist pupil in the Beckman School for retarted adults and I tryed the hardist becus I reely wantd to lern I wantid it more even then pepul who are smarter even then me.
I can't afford to spend my time with anyone - there's only enough left for myself
Only a short time ago, I learned that people laughed at me. Now I can see that unknowingly I joined them in laughing at myself. That hurts the most.
I'm not close to him. He looked at me defiantly. But he's put his whole life into this. He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - may...