Stay gold Pony Boy.
A guy that’ll really listen to you, listen and care about what you’re saying, is something rare.
I’m what you might call a Pepsi addict.
Need a haircut, greaser?
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
Oh, glory,” I said with a groan, “this is all I need to top off a perfect night” I took one last drag on my weed and ground the stub under my heel.
He had strange eyes-they make me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflections you saw was your own.
Two-Bit was the only one wearing a jacket; he had a couple of cans of beer stuffed in it. He always gets high before a rumble. Before anything else, too, come to think of it. I shook my head. I’d hate to see the day when I had to get my nerve from a can.
I can lie so easily that it spooks me sometimes – Soda says it comes form reading so much. But then, Two-Bit lias all the time too, and he never opens a book.
I could never understand people being scared of things they didn’t know nothing about.
Dally didn’t die a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he’d die someday. Just like Tim Shepard and Curly Shepard and the Brumly boys and the other guys we knew would die someday. But Johnny was right. He died gallant.
Maybe people are younger when they sleep.
Darry took a step toward me, but I backed away. “Don’t touch me,” I said. My heart was pounding in slow thumps, throbbing at the side of my head, and I wondered if everyone else could hear it. Maybe that’s why they’re all looking at me, I thought, they can hear my heart beating...
If you’re going to lead people, you have to have somewhere to go.
What’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?
She kind of shrugged. “I could just tell. I’ll bet you watch sunsets, too.” She was quiet for a minute after I nodded. “I used to watch them, too, before I got so busy.
He meant you are gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you’re a kid everything is new, dawn. It’s just. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That’s gold.
That’s why we’re separated,” I said. “It’s not money, it’s feeling – you don’t feel anything and we feel too violently.
It would be a miracle if Dally loved anything. The fight for self-preservation had hardened him beyond caring.
That was the first time I realized the extent of Johnny’s hero-worship for Dally Winston. Of all of us, Dally was the one I liked least. He didn’t have Soda’s understanding or dash, or Two-Bit’s humor, or even Darry’s superman qualities. But I realized that these three appealed to me because they were like the heroes in the novels I read. Dally was real. I liked my books and clouds and sunsets. Dally was so real he scared me.