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

We had played a kid's version of gang fighting called "Civil War," and then later we had got in on the real thing, we fought with chains and we fought barefisted and we fought Socs and we fought other grease gangs. It was a normal childhood.

Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it's the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs.

Things are rough all over.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

Dally was so real he scared me.

I was a tomboy and most of my close friends were male.