I'm a good judge of my own work.

Things are rough all over.

It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.

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.

Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it's the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs.

You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you.

I think that The Outsiders was meant to be written, and I was just picked to write it.