Johnny was scared of his own shadow.

Life was one big joke to Two-Bit.

Dallas had a record with the fuzz a mile long.

Soda attracted girls like honey draws flies.

I knew I was as white as I felt, and I was shaking like a leaf.

Johnny was the gang's pet.

They were tough as nails.

Bob shook his head, smiling slowly.

There was a silent moment when everything held it's breath, and then the sun rose.

He's got eyes like pale blue ice.

The concession stand had a line a mile long.

I couldn't have gotten much cooler without turning into a popsicle.

If you could picture a little dark puppy that's been kicked, you'd have Johnny.

I could taste the blood running through my teeth.

I heard our Ford's vvrrrooooom and thought: Soda's driving.

Her parents almost hit the roof at the idea of her marryin' a sixteen-year-old kid.

He would have run away a million times if we hadn't been there.

He was as pale as the pillow and looked awful.

I wouldn't drink that Coke if I was starving in the desert. Get lost, hood!

"Our hair labeled us greasers, too- -- it was our trademark. The one thing we were proud of"

"Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset"

"He wasn't scared either. That was the only time I can think of when I saw him without that defeated, suspicious look in his eyes"

"Johnny, I ain't mad at you. I just don't want you to get hurt. You don't know what a few months in jail can do to you"

"You can't win, even if you whip us. You'll still be where you were before--- at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks"

"The Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich kids. It's like the term "greaser," which is used to class all us boys on the East Side"

"Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he cared he was trying too hard to make something of me"

"I swear, you three are the bravest kids I've seen in a long time. First you and the black-haired kid climbing in that window, and then the tough-looking kid going back in to save him"

"He ain't a Soc," I said, "he's just a guy. He just wanted to talk"

"I'm supposed to be smart; I make good grades and have a high IQ and everything, but I don't use my head. Besides, I like walking"