What I want," he said softly, "is to stand in this meadow and walk in the light of the sun.

The criminal misuse of time was pointing out the mistakes. Catching them―noticing them―that was essential. If you did not in your own mind distinguish between useful and erroneous information, then you were not learning at all, you were merely replacing ignorance with false belief, which was no improvement. The part of the man's statement that was true, however, was about the uselessness of speaking up. If I know that the teacher is wrong, and say nothing, then I remain the only one who knows, and that gives me an advantage over those who believe the teacher.

I'm not stupid!" In Bean's experience, that was a sentence never uttered except to prove its own inaccuracy.

And then he thought: Is this how idiots rationalize their stupidity to themselves?

You don't have to eat the entire turd to know that it's not a crab cake.

I don't freeze up because it isn't my battle. I'm helping. I'm watching. But I'm free. Because it's Ender's game.