Daniel Keyes
Daniel Keyes
Daniel Keyeswas an American author best known for his Hugo award-winning short story and Nebula award-winning novel Flowers for Algernon. Keyes was given the Author Emeritus honor by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America in 2000...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 August 1927
CityBrooklyn, NY
CountryUnited States of America
body cheese backyards
I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.
may
I may not have all the time I thought I had...
want able enough
Because I want to see. I've got to know what's going to happen while I'm still enough in control to be able to do something about it.
window
Why am I always looking at life through a window?
fall leave-me-alone want
Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.
easy ifs
Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.
mistake laughing feelings
How can I make him understand that he did not create me? 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.
school adults pupils
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.
plato eye men
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.
benches incredibles retarded
What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.
eye men thinking
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.
lonely children moving
The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.
smart ifs
If your smart you can have lots of frends to talk to and you never get lonley by yourself all the time.
light darkness
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?