Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.
California is like a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she’s on top of the world, not knowing she’s dying, not believing it even if you show her the marks.
I didn’t think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I’m going crazy.
That’s why people don’t ever think to blame the Socs and are always ready to jump on us. We look hoody and they look decent. It could be just the other way around – half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I’ve heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean – but people usually go by looks.
I made up my mind that I’d get out of that place and I did... I learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there. If you want to go somewhere in life, you just have to work till you make it.
If we don’t have each other, we don’t have anything.
Okay greasers, you’ve had it.
There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose.
You can’t say, ‘This is just a stage’ when its important to people what they’re feeling. Maybe he’ll outgrow it someday but right now it’s important.
Don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble unless I’m in it?
You oughta see Kathy’s brother. Now there’s a hood. He’s so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.
The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn’t present in Dally.
When you’re a kid, everything’s new, dawn. It’s just when you get used to everything that it’s day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That’s gold. Keep that way, it’s a good way to be.
We saw the same sunset.
Somos todo lo que nos queda. Tenemos que ser capaces de seguir unidos, pase lo que pase. Si no nos tenemos los unos a los otros, no tenemos nada.
But I was still lying and I knew it. I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
I’m not saying that either Socs or greasers are better; that’s just the way things are.
You greasers have a different set of values. You’re more emotional. We’re sophisticated-cool to the point of not feeling anything. Nothing is real with us.
It was cliche, he knew, but he meant it classic.
In our neighborhood it’s rare to find a kid who doesn’t drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop – he doesn’t need to. He gets drunk on just plain living.