There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.

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!

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.

I advise writing to oneself. If you don't want to read it, nobody else is going to read it.

You know a guy a longtime, and I mean really know him, you don't get used to the idea that he's dead just overnight.

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.

I go straight from thinking about my narrator to being him.