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.

Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with a bunch of grungy boys. I'd always tell her, why can't I do both? Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear

'Tell Suzie she's a lucky cat.' Have sexier words ever been spoken?

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds, I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the problem cannot be solved with diplomacy, but will instead require force.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

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 plowed through: I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, I`m not beau-- You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman.- Never seen it.- Really? he asked. Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell.His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.

Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

It was the smile of a boy at his own birthday party, the lad who is both humbled and wondrously elated by the realization that he is in a room full of people who are happy, abnormally happy, one might say, to see him alive and in their presence.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

A boy becomes an adult three years before his parents think he does, and about two years after he thinks he does.

I have pretty large experience of boys, and you're a bad set of fellows.

A boy is a piece of existence quite separate from all things else, and deserves separate chapters in the natural history of men.

Boys naturally look on all force as an enemy.