They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . . S. E. Hinton More Quotes by S. E. Hinton More Quotes From S. E. Hinton I think that The Outsiders was meant to be written, and I was just picked to write it. S. E. Hinton outsiders writing thinking I don't know why I go to school unless for kicks, oh well might as well do dissect a frog. S. E. Hinton frogs might school My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man. S. E. Hinton mother men father You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world. S. E. Hinton hate feelings world It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too. S. E. Hinton sunset class watches You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you. S. E. Hinton outsiders hurt looks Dally was so real he scared me. S. E. Hinton scared real 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. S. E. Hinton beautiful believe kids 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. S. E. Hinton mean people thinking Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too. S. E. Hinton outsiders guy way What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast! S. E. Hinton outcast gang social We couldn't get along without him. We needed Johnny as much as he needed the gang. And for the same reason. S. E. Hinton gang needed reason 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. S. E. Hinton sunset kids thinking I wish I was a kid again, when I had all the answers. S. E. Hinton answers wish kids Nothing sparkly can stay. S. E. Hinton Things are rough all over. S. E. Hinton rough But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha? S. E. Hinton ems people Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep. S. E. Hinton seventeen people 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. S. E. Hinton glowing southern eye I'm a good judge of my own work. S. E. Hinton good-judges my-own judging
