[standing over Franky's body] Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for? Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm. Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him? Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that ...
Diane: You can't stay in here all day dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: It's Iggy Pop. Diane: Whatever. I mean, the guy's dead anyway. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Iggy Pop's not dead. He toured last year!
'Dear Mr. Henshaw' came about because two different boys from different parts of the country asked me to write a book about a boy whose parents were divorced, and so I wrote 'Dear Mr. Henshaw,' and it won the Newbery, and I was - it's been very popul...
Bad boys do get the girls.
I'm a good Catholic boy.
At 18, I was attracted to bad boys.
By the time I was ten, everyone knew I wanted to be a producer. I was a very precocious little boy.
My heart and soul is still music.
All children need their fathers, but boys especially need fathers to teach them how to be men.
I go to bed with men, not boys.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
A boy's story is the best that is ever told.
I'm a proper mummy's boy.
I've been a lucky boy.
We were the Spice Boys.
I'm a typical California boy.
We’ve been so busy with these things we let ourselves think actually mattered, but they don’t. There’s no such thing as the right career, or morality, or destiny, or fate. There’s only life. And whether you honor it or ignore it. It’s ironi...
Water!' cried Marie. 'Vinegar!' recommended the bell-boy. 'Eu-de-Cologne!' said Bill. 'Pepper!' said Lord Tidmouth. Mary had another suggestion. 'Give her air!' So had the bell-boy. 'Slap her hands!' Lord Tidmouth went further. 'Sit on her head!' he ...
The U.S. stock market was now a class system, rooted in speed, of haves and have-nots. The haves paid for nanoseconds; the have-nots had no idea that nanoseconds had value. The haves enjoyed a perfect view of the market; the have-nots never saw the m...
And it was always the stories that needed the telling that gave us the rope we could cross any river with. They balanced us high above any crevasse. They made us be natural acrobats. They made us brave. They met us well. They changed us. It was in th...
Then I saw her smile so close to my eye that there was nothing to see but the smile and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before. Who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at onc...