...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

Get smart and nothing can touch you.

Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?

...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.

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.