Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Lay the place to waste like.
Before, they had laughed at me, despising me for my ignorance and dullness; now, they hated me for my knowledge and understanding.
It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.
— That takes me back. "Don't be smart, Sherlock, I'm the smart one."
— I am the smart one.
— I used to think I was an idiot.
— Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock.
I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis. And I say that the mind absorbed in and involved in itself as a self-centered end, to the exclusion of human relationships, can only lead to violence and pain.
When I was retarded I had lots of friends.
Now I have no one.
Oh, I know lots of people.
Lots and lots of people.
But I don't have any real friends.
Not like I used to have in the bakery.
Not a friend in the world who means anything to me, and no one I mean anything to.