It ain't fair that we have all the rough breaks!
You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.
All my life I wanted somebody who knew more than I did to tell me the truth.
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 go straight from thinking about my narrator to being him.
You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you.