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"I couldn’t be in a play because plays are not real life and they are full of people doing things that don’t make sense."
"I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating."
"I think people believe in heaven because they don’t like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don’t like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish."
"I find people confusing. This is for two main reasons. The first is that people do a lot of talking without using any words."
"All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I’m not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are."
"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."
"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them."
"I suppose it's like the Titanic. The iceberg was real, but the ship was just a ship."
I think it should be called a lie because a pig is not like a day and people do not have skeletons in their cupboards.
I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
I see everything. That is my curse.
All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I’m not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are.
I think people believe in heaven because they don’t like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don’t like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.
Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Memory is what we thought we’d forgotten; it’s also what we thought we’d remember.
We live in time—it holds us and moulds us—but I’ve never felt I understood it very well.
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.