Book: Flowers for Algernon

The people in the bakery have changed a lot. They don't just ignore me, I feel real hostility.

I said that all my friends are smart people but they are good. They love me and have never done anything wrong. Then something hit her in the eye and she ran to the toilet.

Last time I said that I like you. We had to be resolute and say that I love you.

For the first time in many weeks she invited me in. I stood at the closed door and slowly boil. I wanted to scream, to Bang on the door, kicking it, burning down the house. Well then, on the way home, I began little by little to calm down. And I felt freedom. With the feeling of freedom came a sadness. I wanted to love Alice, overcome emotional and sexual fears, to have children, the house. Now it is impossible. I'm as far away from Alice with an IQ of 185 as before with an IQ of 70. The only difference is that now we both understand that.

Even a moron wants to be like the others.

I kept telling myself again and again that we need to do something and then forget or maybe just easier to do nothing when I tell myself I need to do.

In my opinion, much more interesting to create something of their own to finish the work started by others.

Even in a fantasy world needs to have their own rules. Separate parts must form a coherent whole.

Anyone can make up anything about things not see.

I wonder how many mysteries remain unsolved just because of the fact that scientists or knew too little, or too believe in yourself and the ability to manage the creative process?

In a row if I pamozhet. I rarely watched late transmission according to the present televizoru not become smart from Etowah. Maybe not all gear Annees.

We all want you into remember you have friends here and never forget Etowah.
- Thank You Gympie. I feel good. How cool when you have friends.

- Charlie...
Just go. Leave me alone. I wasn't me anymore. I fall apart and I don't need.

Your only desire was to please people! You acted like a child and had fun with them.