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
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.
hurt laughing people
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.
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?
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.
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.