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.

They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other.

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 don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog.

Nothing sparkly can stay.

Dally was so real he scared me.

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