En nuestro barrio, cuando tienes trece años ya sabes dónde están los límites.
Pg.1- I have light brown, almost red hair and greenish-grey eyes. I wish they were more grey, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have.pg ?- Can you see...
Maybe people are younger when they sleep.
He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere els...
It goes so fast, he thought, they don't tell you that, how fast it goes...
I am a greaser, Sodapop chanted. 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! Greaser...greaser...grea...
My stomach gave a violent start and turned into a hunk of ice. The world was spinning around me, and blobs of faces and visions of things past were dancing in the red mist that covered the lot. It swi...
I really couldn't see what the Socs would have to sweat about - good grades, good cars, good girls, madras and Mustangs and Corvairs - Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider myself lu...
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
Darry took a step toward me, but I backed away. Don't touch me, I said. My heart was pounding in slow thumps, throbbing at the side of my head, and I wondered if everyone else could hear it. Maybe tha...
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.
Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.
At least you got Soda. I ain't got nobody. Shoot, I said, startled out of my misery, you got the whole gang. Dally didn't slug you tonight cause you're the pet. I mean, golly, Johnny, you got the whol...
–Ya sé -dijo Two-Bit con una de sus sonrisas de buen humor-, cuando nos toca la vez a nosotros siempre tenemos las peores cartas, pero así son las cosas. Qué le vas a hacer. Ajo y agua.
Greaser ' didn't have anything to do with it. My buddy over there wouldn't have done it. Maybe you would have done the same thing, maybe a friend of yours wouldn't have. It's the individual.
We're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well.
He sure put things into words good.
Stay Gold
Yessir.
I´d rather have anybody´s hate than their pity