Days, weeks, months, years," said the boy. "Minutes and hours and seconds. I don't know about any of those things.
Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.
The white boys knew they had my attention now, but hesitated -- that's the trouble with being a racist in the white heartlands, you don't get a lot of practical experience.
I think children want to believe that they can be heroes too.
Thanks to Scoop, I've learned a lot about how the male mind works, and as a result I've been having nightmares for months.
Someone dehumanises you by violating your child and every human thought you had for them is broken, undermined, then gone.
It takes strength to be proud of yourself and to accept yourself when you know that you have something out of the ordinary about you.
If I hadn't trained Lula Ann properly she wouldn't have known to always cross the street and avoid white boys.
History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.
We made this stupid rule and this stupid rule. Boys are not allowed to love each other. Then we painted a bison on the wall.
It was a boyish thing to do and it caught the hesitating girl in the depths of her heart, as the boy element in a man ever appeals to a motherly woman.
But as long as you know you're nobody special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another.
Dakin: The more you read, though, the more you'll see that literature is actually about losers. Scripps: No. Dakin: It's consolation. All literature is consolation.
Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere ("Between Four Yews")
Excuse me if I feel skeptical,' I said. 'Coach's foot fell off. How exactly do you propose to cure that? Superglue?
I'm not trouble at all. I'm just a guy trying to get a girl to give him the time of day. I'm like every song on the radio.
Do you see a theme emerging? Women like flowers; men like food!
During courtship, guarding each other's purity and refraining from intimacy are the acts of lovemaking.
Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.
Your best kicks ass and takes names,” Jack says, and he punches my shoulder again.
Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.
