Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.— S. E. Hinton
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They grew up on the outside of society.
They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.
If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky.
If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
That's why people don't ever think to blame the Socs and are always ready to jump on us. We look hoody and they look decent. It could be just the other way around - half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I've heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean - but people usually go by looks.
It seemed funny that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.
I made up my mind that I'd get out of that place and I didI learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there. If you want to go somewhere in life, you just have to work till you make it.
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.
There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.
You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do.
When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.
I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.
...people get hurt in rumbles, maybe killed. I'm sick of it because it doesn't do any good. You can't win...even if you whip us. You'll still be where you were before- at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn't do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn't prove a thing.
Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot.
But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.
Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.
You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you.
California is like a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying, not believing it even if you show her the marks.
It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.
All my life I wanted somebody who knew more than I did to tell me the truth.
I go straight from thinking about my narrator to being him.
I had it then. Soda fought for fun, Steve for hatred, Darry for pride, and Two-Bit for conformity. Why do I fight? I thought, and couldn't think of any real good reason. There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.
I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.
Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.
Even the most primite societies have an innate resepect for the insane.
My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.
You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.
They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other.
I really do like listening to stuff that's happened to other people.
I guess that's why I like to read.
...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.
I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.
Nothing sparkly can stay.
Some are going, some are staying....i'm in between.
All of a sudden it felt like people were peering over my shoulder, wondering what I would write next. I was blocked for four years.
I used to be sure of things. Me, once i had all the answers. I wish i was a kid again, when i had all the answers
I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.
Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.
If you enjoy reading something, read it.
Okay greasers,you've had it.
I don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog.
Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.
It was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing.
There should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. Someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then, and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore.
...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.
Things were rough all over, but it was better that way.
That way you could tell the other guy was human too.
What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!
You know a guy a longtime, and I mean really know him, you don't get used to the idea that he's dead just overnight.
He sure put things into words good.
I gotta cut smoking or I'll never make track next year
I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.
Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy
Mace, you never read Smoky the Cowhorse,did you? No.
Well,ol' Smoky, he had somebad things happen to him,had the heart knocked clean out of him.But he hung on and came out of it okay.I've been bashed up pretty good,Mason, but I'm going to make it.