I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!

Even the most primite societies have an innate resepect for the insane.

Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

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

I didn't think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I'm going crazy.

What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!

I learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there.