“I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face”
“No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.”
“I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.”
“Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.”
“I'm pounding and kicking him and I'm all me and I'm kicking and kicking into the face that's crying and begging for mercy, kicking, kicking...only for real, for cold ice real, it's not my foot smashing his face to a pulp, but my stick smashing the puck into the board, and it's not him crying, but me.”
“Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who — well — something of that sort..”