when you will be more inteligent, more problems you will have, charlie. Your mental grow will be more bigger than your emotional grow.
Flowers for algernon, Daniel Keyes, 1959
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when you will be more inteligent, more problems you will have, charlie. Your mental grow will be more bigger than your emotional grow.
Flowers for algernon, Daniel Keyes, 1959
QOTD: A childhood favorite? . I think Flowers for Algernon was the first book that truly reached me on an emotional level. It’s amazing how much story can be told in such a small book. This is a great book for beginners to sci-fi who want to see the human aspect of technological change. #bookstagram #books #scifibooks #flowersforalgernon https://www.instagram.com/p/CDHfHqEHFCo/?igshid=5brmiss5a9d1
After it's all over I'm sick with myself because there is so little time left for me to read and write and think, and because I should know better than to drug my mind with this dishonest stuff that's aimed at the child in me.
p 207, Flowers for Algernon
Final cover of Flowers For Algernon for @stubborn_sideburn 's illustration class. I'm really happy with how it came out! posted on Instagram - https://ift.tt/32QrMUA
One of the vendors at work is a teenage girl who does taxidermy as her hobby and tonight I picked up this little buddy. Everyone, meet Algernon. #taxidermy #teacup #itsahobby #rats #flowersforalgernon #thingsifindatwork https://www.instagram.com/p/BoNeMU7gXRi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uv6mrhm8uvw5
I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone
Flowers for Algernon
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?
p 175, Flowers for Algernon
Down alleyways, looking into doorways, peering into half-shuttered windows, wanting someone to talk to and yet afraid to meet anyone. Up one street, and down another, through the endless labyrinth, hurling myself against the neon cage of the city. Searching… for what?
p 88, Flowers for Algernon