The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
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.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
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.
