Boy Brainy Quotes

“blaming someone else for my problems isn’t going to make them disappear.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“We’re all different, just like we’re all special.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“wardrobe?”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“dead is what I’ll be if I can’t find that shoe. I’ll be pulverised like plasticine by Greasy Guillim if I have to go to school in my Reeboks again. Not that I can find my Reeboks either - I think they’ve decided to hide out and party with the rest of my footwear, but where? That is the question. My eyes are drawn to the shoebox in the corner, even as I struggle to avoid the elephant in the room. Well it’s not actually an elephant. Who’d have an elephant in their room? No, it’s a panda. But not just one panda – two! Two pandas I’ll be forced to wear on my feet, if I can’t come up with an alternative pretty quick. They’re still brand new, and that’s the way they’ll remain if I’ve anything to do with it. I know Granny Paddy’s old, but that’s no excuse for furry animal slippers at my age.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“coated in coffee and cream weather shield that stands all by itself on”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“She’s lying in her usual position; on her tummy, legs swinging backwards and forwards, texting thumbs gliding over her phone quicker than Dad can finish off a pack of digestives behind Mum’s back.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“Who did he think he was, the SAS or something?”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“Sometimes being autistic has its advantages. We’re all different, just like we’re all special. But being especially different, like me, does mean that grown-ups make allowances. Good old Mum, always on my side, even though I know I cause her a lot of grief. I really do try, but my brain just doesn’t work the same as everyone else’s. When I get an idea into my head, like disliking red spoons, I just can’t focus on anything else.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“What goes around comes around,”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy

“It’s not that I’m clumsy exactly. Well I am clumsy, but clumsy for a reason if you know what I mean. I’ve got this thing they call Asperger’s, which means I’m usually thinking about something more important than where my arms and legs are. Talking of arms and legs I suppose you want to know what I look like. ‘Dai, your breakfast is on the table.’ You could say I’m short (one metre and twenty six centimetres), but height is relative, isn’t it?  Compared to an adult I’m a titch, but when compared to the other ten year old boys in my class, I’m the twentieth tallest, or sixth shortest, depending on which end you’re looking at. Win is three centimetres taller than me and never lets me forget it. ‘Dai, hurry up! We have to leave in fifteen minutes.’ My hair is red and straight, very ordinary and not very stylish.”
― Jenny O'Brien, Boy Brainy