“knowledge of a boy's IQ is of little help if you are faced with a formful of clever boys.”
“The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses. ”
“Whose little boy are you?”
“She came right up to me and put her snow-white hand on my arm. "You poor boy," she murmured, "you poor boy." I'm not a boy, and I'm not poor, and I wished the hell she would get away. She has a clever face, but I felt in it, that night, the force of a great sadness and great malice. "I see a rope around your neck," she said sadly.”
“Hollering at the top of his voice, a little boy walks by a cranky old man. "Boy, why are you a hollering as I walk by?" The little boy replies, "Old man, why are you walking by when I am a hollering.”
“I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.”