the person in this picture is really me.

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

... 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 saying you didn't like baloney, no matter what it was we were trying to get you to eat." "I don't like it," I repeated.

Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.

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 grease gangs. It was a normal childhood.

Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden

I don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog.