There was no denying it. Boys grabbed him. Their loveliness tore him apart. The world was a wonder after all.

I am a guy," I say."And I hate boys," she says."But a guy's different," I say."Maybe a little," she says.

Don’t ever worry what the boys who don’t appreciate originality think of you. They’re fools.

Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere("Between Four Yews")

A nonhot boy stares at you and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy...well.

I don't use a crap camera, I don't eat junk, and I'm not going to a dance where the boys are bores

It's just I'd rather sleep through the days so I'll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

Every kind of relationship needs encouragement from both parties. Be it marriage, dating, friendship, enmity etc.

History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.

Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.

When you look for a man- what you want to look for is a man with the heart of a poor boy and the mind of a conqueror.

I didn't answer, but, please—nothing is obvious with boys. For such simple creatures, they are quite baffling.

Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.

I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.