Flowers For Algernon: The must-read literary science fiction masterpiece (S.F. MASTERWORKS Book 6)

A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything – all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it.

So this is how a person can come to despise himself – knowing he’s doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.

If your smart you can have lots of frends to talk to and you never get lonley by yourself all the time.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

People resent being shown that they don’t approach the complexities of the problem – they don’t know what exists beyond the surface ripples.

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?

As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

from coming out of the light or from going into the light, which is true of the mind’s eye, quite as much as of the bodily eye;

intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.’