I had it then. Soda fought for fun, Steve for hatred, Darry for pride, and Two-Bit for conformity. Why do I fight? I thought, and couldn't think of any real good reason. There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.

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

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky

nothing can wear you out like caring about people

...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 the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn't do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn't prove a thing.

I used to be sure of things. Me, once i had all the answers. I wish i was a kid again, when i had all the answers