My brother Jim and I spent many wonderful summers working on dairy farms in Wisconsin owned by Mom’s cousins, and as members of our local Boy Scout troop.

My grandma actually put me in girdles when I was around nine or ten because I had hips even then, and she didn’t want boys to be attracted to me. Having hips meant you were a full-grown woman, and I was too young for that.

Back in the Eighties, I’d buy the biggest Benetton jumper I could find and would wear it long-sleeved, hanging off my shoulders, with a varsity jacket and a baseball cap on back to front with a quiff. I was the smallest boy in my class, and I looked like a reject from New Kids On...

Everything connected with war and warlike exploits is interesting to a boy.

I was a regular little boy who also enjoyed things that girls did.

Because,” said a boy.”Because why?” asked a young girl.”Because I love you.

A boy is a man in miniature, and though he may sometimes exhibit notable virtue, as well as characteristics that seem to be charming because they are childlike, he is also a schemer, self-seeker, traitor, Judas, crook, and villain – in short, a man.

Yeah, I think that a play is a huge commitment, and I think that what it requires of you is a lot, so it really makes you dig in and find things, and it just makes you sharp, ’cause it’s live. Really, to me, it separates the men from the boys. I always say it’s...

And if it’s a boy, I will be really nervous because I have no idea what to do with a boy because I am a girl and I have a girl!

Me, too.

I was really just the tea boy to begin with, or the equivalent thereof, but I quickly announced, innocently but very ambitiously, that I wanted to be, I was going to be, a foreign correspondent.

He was tall—6’ 3” or so—with haunting green eyes that seemed to smolder despite his lazy smile. His eyes were a great contrast to his thick, shiny, dark hair. And not that I’d ever seen it personally but judging from the way his t-shirt clung to his torso, he had a body that completed the...

I don’t need a boyfriend – I need a MANfriend because man is basically, definitely, absolutely, totally different from a boy

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

The amount of love I get from India, from Pakistan, from Asia, from Persia, Malaysia – people are just like, ‘Brown boy doing it, brown boy doing it!’

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved.

Sometimes, you’ll watch the news and you’ll see two-year-old boys in South Africa, wearing ‘Spider-Man’ t-shirts. It’s such a global phenomenon.

He shook his head, just looking at me. – “What?” I asked.- “Nothing” he said.- “Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus...

He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.

When I need a break from the boys, I go with my girlfriend to buy pretty little dresses for her daughter.

How many of us readers say this quote and mean it. “If I knew what I know now life would be different”….

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

Boy, we’ll get Raymond out and we won’t go hungry anymore.

My name is Mr Bread.” He began writing his name neatly on the board. “But you can call me Peter.”Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred.”Pita Bread!” proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the back.

Teenage guys are not supposed to be concerned like this. They are supposed to tell fart jokes, and comment on girls’ boobs, and not really pay attention when something is bothering a friend. It’s really, really difficult when they convince you they can be something else entirely – a human being, one who truly cares,...

My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.

It begins when he’s still a man in a suit, doing the kinds of boring things that men in suits do. The things that no one writes about because they know that boys don’t really have nightmares about clowns or three-eyed tentacled beasts that rise from deep within volcanoes. When boys wake up screaming in...

The shadow raised its arm high in the air and I knew – I knew before I heard my name – that he’d found me again, keeper of the promise he couldn’t make, the one I had marked with my blood and who had marked me with his tears, a Silencer all right, my silencer,...

I’m a bit of a mummy’s boy.

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 their nature to.

There are tales that rise like the early sun, breathe, and take on a life of their own. There are ones that flow quietly and effortlessly until time forsakes them, but there are others that fight until they find their way to the edge of reality, as if coming straight out of a dream.

My first love was singing and I had no time for boys.

Hi beautiful.

Please DON’T love me unless you were sure you can do it FOREVER!! It’s NOT a GAME and I’M NOT a TOY!

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

If you are a professional, the speed with which you react to a potential problem separates the men from the boys.

When you are no longer a boy, you have to be tough.

I’m always after boys who don’t want me, I’ll tell you that much!

I also knew that I was on my way to becoming the worst athlete in the history of American boyhood.

The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses… Those images are being born from and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the beach and feeling the warm breeze on your face and the soothing sand beneath your feet, watching a never repeating...

You can’t be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

Personally I have always liked boys, but if it’s a girl, marvelous, because I was raised among women.

I like dirty boys. Mechanics, construction workers, artists who get paint and clay everywhere. They gotta have rough hands.

A boy is a creature of odd feelings.

I grew up kind of a tomboy and I used to fight with all the neighborhood boys.

Bad Boys II has knocked everyone’s socks off.

The big rule is that you must never get mixed up with a married man – never even look sideways at another woman’s fella. Boy, I really was terrific at obeying that rule, wasn’t I?

John Quincy Adams most certainly was a part of the Revolutionary War era. He was a young boy, but he was actively involved.

My nose is broken,” I said. Damn that Dumbo. Made me self-conscious.”My ankle’s broken,” he said.”Then I’ll come to you.

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 once