“Do you think you're special, Perry?" he asked seriously.I winced. "A little bit. Maybe more in the Special Olympics kind of way." He smiled and turned his eyes to the road. "You are special, kiddo. ...And not entirely in the Special Olympics kind of way.”
“Do you think you’re special, Perry?” he asked seriously.I winced. “A little bit. Maybe more in the Special Olympics kind of way.”
“It was like - It was like Special Olympics or something.”
“No matter what kind of criticism is thrown your way; always remember that you are special.”
“And to the degree that the individual maintains a show before others that he himself does not believe, he can come to experience a special kind of alienation from self and a special kind of wariness of others.”
“You made him feel special, Ryker…” Ryker smiles as he leans back on the arm of his couch, still holding my hand. “He is special, Natalie…he’s yours.”