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What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!
They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .
The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn't present in Dally.
Somos todo lo que nos queda. Tenemos que ser capaces de seguir unidos, pase lo que pase. Si no nos tenemos los unos a los otros, no tenemos nada.
In the daytime you aren't afraid of anything.
I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.
He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.
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 t...
Hey, I didn't know you didn't like baloney.I went cold. I don't like it. I never liked it.Soda just looked at me. You used to eat it. That's why you wouldn't eat anything while you were sick. You kept...
You don't just stop living because you lose someone. You don't quit!
Your mother is not crazy. Neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother. He is merely miscast in a play. He would have made the perfect knight in a different century, or a very good pagan princ...
You read a lot, don't you, Ponyboy?I was startled. Yeah, why?I could just tell. I'll bet you watch sunsets, too.
Some of us never cry at al. Like Dally and Two-Bit and Tim Shepard--they forgot how at an early age.
No quiero morir ahora. No ha sido suficiente tiempo. Dieciséis años no son suficiente tiempo. No me importaría tanto si no hubiese tantas cosas que no he hecho y tantas otras que no he visto.
Maybe the two different worlds we lives in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.
I could fall in love with Dallas Winston, she said. I hope I never see himagain, or I will.
He was studying me. ¨You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you've got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.¨ ¨They ain't green, they're gray,¨ I said, reddening...
He had strange eyes-they make me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflections you saw was your own.
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