Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did.

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

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

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.

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

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?