My only memories of school are of being beaten, of being hit in the playground, of masters poking their fingers in my chest all day.
I had a lot of haters at school, which is a scar I still have.
I didn't like school at all. I was bullied and didn't have a good time. Boxing was my escapism, and the ring was where I felt best.
But then, he thought, most politicians are small and shabby, the sort of people who have been bullied at school. That's why they become politicians.
I think when your imagination goes to work, and when you're first bullied, you feel like you're going to die. School becomes a war zone, and you can't function.
I'm a very creative person, but that side of me was suppressed because I was academic. I was depressed at school, and I didn't know why.
I went to school with butterflies of fear every day for years - from primary school onwards - not just worried about being bullied by classmates, but by teachers.
I do not think that any sorrow of youth or manhood equalled in intensity or duration the black and hopeless misery which followed the wrench of transference from a happy home to a school.
Because school was so terrible was probably why I was driven to write.
I was bullied at school, and I let that get hold of me and withdrew into myself - I regret letting that happen.
At 14, 15, everyone at school stopped talking to me, and I went completely into my shell. Basically, I'd be hiding. I had no friends. I hated it.
I had a hard time going back to school after T2. I really didn't want to go to private school.
It used to take me all vacation to grow a new hide in place of the one they flogged off me during school term.
