I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.
“It's tough to play the right chord on the instrument when there's someone out there who wants to kill you.”
“I don't like American football. I think it's boring and ridiculous and predictable. But baseball is very beautiful. It's played on a diamond.”