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.
S. E. HintonYou 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.
S. E. HintonThings were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.
S. E. HintonSuddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did.
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