I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.

I gotta cut smoking or I'll never make track next year

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

Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden

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

I made up my mind that I'd get out of that place and I didI learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there. If you want to go somewhere in life, you just have to work till you make it.

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.