Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . . The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died. You read about people looking
Quiero decir, joder, Johnny, tienes a toda la pandilla.—No es lo mismo que tener a los tuyos cuidándote —dijo Johnny simplemente—. Es que no es lo mismo.
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 would be a miracle if Dally loved anything. The fight for self-preservation had hardened him beyond caring.
In our neighborhood it’s rare to find a kid who doesn’t drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop—he doesn’t need to. He gets drunk on just plain living.
If you're going to lead people, you have to have somewhere to go.
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 wa...
I could fall in love with Dallas Winston, she said. I hope I never see himagain, or I will.
Were running down his cheeks. I hadn’t seen him cry in years, not even when Mom and Dad had been killed. (I remembered the funeral. I had sobbed in spite of myself; Soda had broken down and bawled lik...
The person in this picture is really me.
Real good about
Happy-go-lucky
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still a lot of good in the world.
You can't say, 'This is just a stage' when its important to people what they're feeling. Maybe he'll outgrow it someday but right now it's important.
Yeah, I said. And I'm gonna look just like him.The black cat paused and looked me over.No you ain't baby. That cat is a prince, man. He is royalty in exile. You ain't never gonna look like that.
We had played a kid's version of gang fighting called Civil War, and then later we had got in on the real thing, we fought with chains and we fought barefisted and we fought Socs and we fought other g...
Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too. Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the thi...
Things are rough all over.
They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.