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

They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .

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

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

Get smart and nothing can touch you.

I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.

You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.