The rule of life was that the boys got to decide which girls were pretty; it didn’t really matter how ugly they were themselves.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Until the boy’s sexual wishes in regard to his mother become more intense and his father is perceived as an obstacle to them; from this the Oedipus complex originates.
That boyish type of criminal is usually intensely vain. Once prick the bubble of their self-esteem and it is finished! They go to pieces like children.
Every boy dreams of serving in the Kingsguard.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
