S. E. Hinton Quotes - Page 3

They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.

why do you like fights Darry~Ponyboy He just likes to show off his muscles~Sodapop

It was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. There should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. Someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then, and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?

Okay greasers,you've had it.

I don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog.

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.

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.

I really do like listening to stuff that's happened to other people. I guess that's why I like to read.

I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. 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 couldn't get along without him. We needed Johnny as much as he needed the gang. And for the same reason.

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

My boyfriend suggested I write two pages a day. He wouldn't take me out if I hadn't done my two pages. That's how I wrote my second novel.

Mace, you never read Smoky the Cowhorse,did you? No. Well,ol' Smoky, he had somebad things happen to him,had the heart knocked clean out of him.But he hung on and came out of it okay.I've been bashed up pretty good,Mason, but I'm going to make it.

Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other.

My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

let's do it for Johnny

I'm a good judge of my own work.

I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers.