I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

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.

Your mother is not crazy. Neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother. He is merely miscast in a play. He would have made the perfect knight in a different century, or a very good pagan prince in a time of heroes. He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river, with the ability to do anything and finding nothing he wants to do.

I was a tomboy and most of my close friends were male.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

why do you like fights Darry~Ponyboy He just likes to show off his muscles~Sodapop

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.