When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels.
“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.”
“By the end of high school I was not of course an educated man, but I knew how to try to become one.”