Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.

He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.

I really do like listening to stuff that's happened to other people. I guess that's why I like to read.

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.

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

Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.