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“But, luckily, he kept his wits and his purple crayon.”

— Crockett Johnson

“Green, which he seldom wore: acquiescent, eager to learn, eager to speak, sunny—why wasn’t he always like this?”

— André Aciman

“His eyes were green.”

— Cassandra Clare

“Everything was green, so green it went into him.”

— Gary Paulsen

“He kept seeing the brains dribbling down the wallpaper. It wasn’t the killing that stayed on his mind, it was the spilled talent. A…

— Stephen King

“He was not utterly unskilled in handling his own lack of training, and he refused to be rashly drawn into a controversy about those…

— St. Augustine of Hippo

“he seemed to be blazing outside the lines of his own body, as if he were drawn in crayon by an excited five-year-old;”

— B.J. Novak

“He had to say; words were a lens to focus one's mind, and he could not use words for anything else tonight.”

— Ayn Rand

“I was stunned. He wasn't much of a talker in the best of times, but man, when he put his mind into it, he…

— Jay Crownover

“Some thought him dyslexic; certainly his comprehension was limited.”

— Michael Wolff

“He'd been a shy, quiet, bookish kid, and that had been painful; now he was a big dumb guy, and nobody expected him to…

— Neil Gaiman

“People from all over asked him what he’d found the hardest.”

— Debbie Macomber