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
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.
knowing able despise
So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.
world able strange
Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed. 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. Is there time?
alone damn intelligence leads learned mean
I've learned that intelligence alone doesn't mean a damn thing. It only leads to violence and pain.
driving education happen increase love people possible
I thought: 'My education is driving a wedge between me and the people I love.' And then I wondered: 'What would happen if it were possible to increase a person's intelligence?'
business paper
My father was in the paper recycling business back before they called it recycling.
giving people affection
There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.
men want charlie
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men." --Charlie Gordan
order people annoyed
When he admitted this to me, I found myself almost annoyed. It was as if he'd hidden this part of himself in order to deceive me, pretending-- as do many people I've discovered--to be what he is not. No one I've ever known is what he appears to be on the surface.
window
Why am I always looking at life through a window?
The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?
book writing son
Here look at me. I'm Charlie, the son you wrote off the books? Not that I blame you for it, but here I am, all fixed up better than ever. Test me. Ask me questions. I speak twenty languages, living and dead; I'm a mathematical whiz, and I'm writing a piano concerto that will make them remember me long after I'm gone.
may
I may not have all the time I thought I had...
body cheese backyards
I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.