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

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.

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.

Now I understand that one of the important reasons for going to college and getting an education is to learn that the things you've believed in all your life aren't true, and that nothing is what it appears to be.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

Why am I always looking at life through a window?