Do not dare not to dare.
A boy's best friend is his mother.
Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.
Boys are so much less mature than girls as it is.
Inside every working anarchy, there's an Old Boy Network.
To be honest, I was Mum's boy. Always was, always will be.
A boy is a creature of odd feelings.
When you are no longer a boy, you have to be tough.
Louis: Boy, the superintendent's gonna be pissed!
J.T.: That boy's got the devil in him.
'Tis skill, not strength, that governs a ship.
I make movies for teenage boys. Oh dear, what a crime.
Until the end and from the start." The Lost Boys
All work and no play make any forensic pathologist a dull boy.
Believing in something and being a part of something you believe in and watching it work and coming from it.
Frank T.J. Mackey: [Frank is speaking to followers at his seminar] Men are shit. What? Men... are... *shit*. What, isn't that what they say? Because we do bad things, don't we? We do horrible, heineous, *heinous*, terrible things. Things that no woma...
You remind me of a boy I used to know Same Smile, same easy, laid-back style And man, could he kiss Blew my mind the very first time His lips touched mine. You remind me You remind me of a boy I used to like. Same eyes, strong arms, same open mind An...
Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel," the old man had said, "the same counsel I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with ...
THE MYTH OF THE GOOD OL BOY AND THE NICE GAL The good of boy myth and the nice gal are a kind of social conformity myth. They create a real paradox when put together with the "rugged individual" part of the Success Myth. How can I be a rugged individ...
you cannot be friends either with boy or man unless you give yourself away in the process, and Mr. Pembroke did not commend this. He, for “personal intercourse,” substituted the safer “personal influence,” and gave his junior hints on the set...
Jack stares at me blankly. ‘A what?’ he asks. I choke back the laugh. ‘A boy. You know? A Y-chromosome holder? You don’t seem to notice them as much as you do the X-carriers.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Jack asks, ‘A boy? She’s j...
