For some unknown reason, bad-boys draw you in despite the fact that they are jerks.
I am a village boy, and Amsterdam for me was always the big town.
In appearance the labor system of all the colonies was the same.
When you get to play with the big boys, your game improves drastically.
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.
When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I'm beginning to believe it.
UNDERTAKER!” the head boomed. “BOY, DO I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU!
The French have made conversation their claim to civilisation.
You could say that we are living in an internally globalized country.
I'm boring. My beliefs are neither here nor there.
I think it's fine for girls to ask boys out. I actually prefer it.
The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.
There's nothing like the discipline of having to work on a cold film set on the Danubian plain in Bulgaria. Boy, does it get cold.
Personally I have always liked boys, but if it's a girl, marvelous, because I was raised among women.
'Boy,' 'October,' 'War,' 'The Unforgettable Fire' and 'The Joshua Tree,' those records, they're part of my musical DNA and structure.
Boy! There are times when I get the feeling that science develops things that are supposed to be good for us, but that just make trouble.” Dr. Tresselt’s blue eyes seemed to throw out sparks of amusement. “I know how you feel, Joe,” he said. ...
Centuries of social conditioning has created a generational fear among women of being perceived as masculine.This is where all the shaming and labels come into play, which perpetuate the oppression of girls and women. As a society we shame girls with...
She understood now that while it had been wrong to kill Cansrel, it had also been right. The boy with the strange eyes had helped her to see the rightness of it. The boy who'd killed Archer. Some people had too much power and too much cruelty to live...
But you see, Crumb, it is hard to give up what you have worked at since you were a boy. There were some Italian visitors once, they were cheering us on, Brandon and myself, and they thought that Achilles and Hector had come back to life. So they said...
But you do believe, don’t you," Rose implored him, "you think it’s true?" "Of course it’s true," the Boy said. "What else could there be?" he went scornfully on. "Why," he said, "it’s the only thing that fits. These atheists, they don’t kno...
Can we get out of here?" "Your chariot awaits." "In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow. "But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent. "Sacre blur, bad accent alert!" "Wow," he said, "Le rude?" "Le sorry?" "Le hurt." Toby clut...
