Цитаты из книги Элджернон, Чарли и я

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibilty, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes—how such people think nothing of abusing a man with low intelligence.

There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin.

The path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being--one of many ways--and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

He makes the same mistake as the others when they look at a feeble-minded person and laugh because they don't understand there are human feelings involved.

Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.

There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.

No one really starts anything new, Mrs. Nemur. Everyone builds on other men's failures. There is nothing really original in science. What each man contributes to the sum of knowledge is what counts.

... He's no Freud or Jung or Pavlov or Watson, but he's doing something important and I respect his dedication - maybe even more because he's just an ordinary man trying to do a great man's work, while the great men are all busy making bombs.

Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames: '...the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes.”

Dr Strauss said I had something that was very good. He said I had a good motor-vation. I never ever knew I had that. I felt proud when he said that not every body with an eye-q of 68 had that thing. I don't know what it is or where I got it but he said Algernon had it too. Algernons motor-vation is the cheese they put in his box. But it cant be that because I didnt eat any cheese last week.”

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 hate that mouse. He always beats me

Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.

I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.

Мы разговорились. О маме. Говорили так, словно ее не было сейчас с нами. А ведь она была, в этой самой комнате. Пока Норма рассказывала о жизни с ней, я иногда поглядывал на Розу: слушает ли она нас? Но казалось, ей нет никакого дела до наших разговоров – так глубоко ушла она в свои мысли. Она двигалась по кухне как привидение, все время что-то переставляя, перекладывая с места на место… Она совсем не мешала нам. Пугающее зрелище.