No Choirboy Quotes & Sayings

She was a Roman Cardinal, chaste, but for the perfect choirboy. — Jeanette Winterson

My mother has an absolute passion for sour fruit and can strip a gooseberry bush quicker than a priest can strip a choirboy. — Stephen Fry

Before Flash: A choirboy from Ireland in New York for a singing competition. — Kresley Cole

It's the same with spirit guises; show me a sweet little choirboy or a smiling mother and I'll show you the hideous fanged strigoi it really is. (Not always. Just sometimes. *Your* mother is absolutely fine, for instance. Probably.) — Jonathan Stroud

You can ask Jack about
getting into Eternal Truth."
"You want Jack to go to church?" Hardy
asked blankly. "Honey, he'd be struck by
lightning as soon as he went in the front
door."
Haven grinned at him. "Compared to you,
Jack is a choirboy."
"Since he's your big brother," he told her
kindly, "I'll let you keep your illusions. — Lisa Kleypas

Mum decided that I could sing a bit, so she put me in a choir, which I hated, and it was just a nightmare. I was a rebellious sort of choirboy. — Jesse Spencer

Because I'm married and have kids, I feel like I sometimes get pegged as a choirboy or something, but I wouldn't exactly describe myself that way. — Chris O'Donnell

My aspirations never lay with boxing, but that's the way I was pushed. I was still a choirboy when I started boxing because I remember I went to choir practice every Wednesday night. I missed some Wednesday nights if I was boxing and then when I missed it I'd have to tell the choirmaster why. I had a battle between the choir and boxing. When my voice inevitably broke, boxing won. — Stephen Richards

The sound of the white touching down all around him was like the sound of feet behind an arras, or like tiny, glottal laughter, if not of God the father, then perhaps of one of his angels, archangels, principalities, thrones, dominions, powers, seraphs, he'd known them all by heart as a choirboy in Stamford. — Garth Risk Hallberg

Never believed in demons or monsters lurking under my bed. But lately I've started to wonder if evil hasn't in fact infiltrated this world, slithering streets and sidewalks, wearing what- ever disguise suits its immediate purpose. When a choirboy is molested, is it by the devil in a priest costume? Or does Satan play a more clever game to get what he wants? To win the contest, accomplish his goals, might the prince of hatred mask himself as love? — Ellen Hopkins

Sometimes Carrot sounded like a civics essay written by a stunned choirboy. — Terry Pratchett