There are estimated to be fewer that 50 prodigious savants worldwide. If we were brought together, it would be disappointing in the sense of us having different abilities. One thing that would make me feel united with them would be the sense of us having grown up in isolation.
I used to work with autistic children, and they said a lot of funny things to me.
I have a driver in London because I am slightly dyslexic and cannot drive in the U.K.; after all, the traffic runs the opposite way to that in the United States.
Bill Maher thinks 95 percent of the world has a neurological disorder.
People don't know. People are ignorant. They feel that if you stutter, then you're slow or whatnot.
I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.
There are four types: the cretin, the imbecile, the stupid and the mad. Normality is a balanced mixture of all four.
It seems you can ask any friend, any relative, and they'll be able to tell you about someone they know with autism.
Neurologically, I'm a quadriplegic, so virtually everything about my work has been driven by my learning disabilities, which are quite severe, and my lack of facial recognition, which I'm sure is what drove me to paint portraits in the first place.
… an illiterate with an unbalanced mind.
Academically, I was thick. School wasn't bad, but I was.
I failed first grade, which is my biggest problem. You always feel like a failure, like you're stupid.
I was very active but I was dyslexic and had a really hard time at school.
I used to think I was stupid and slow.
The handicap of deafness is not in the ear; it is in the mind.
I met a 13-year-old black child, Raymond, who had never been to school and had never learnt any words, yet it seemed to me that he was intelligent. It became apparent after a short period that Raymond thought in terms of visual signs and movements.
It is a lonely existence to be a child with a disability which no-one can see or understand, you exasperate your teachers, you disappoint your parents, and worst of all you know that you are not just stupid.
I feel like I'm not smart enough to answer the questions I'm asked.
I can get motivated seeing a kid at my son's school overcome a learning disability.
I'm not smart enough and I don't know enough about what's going on.
My wife has a public charter school for children with dyslexia. Almost every one of them has failed in a public school.
From the time I started school, it was clear to everyone that I wasn't learning at the same pace as other kids.
I get extra time to take the test because of my ADD. Everybody's brains works differently and I just need longer for things to register.
I don't learn so good, no matter how good the teacher is.
Both my sons are dyslexic, and so, too, in a much milder form, is one of my daughters.
