The Outsiders

by S.E. Hinton

The fight for self-preservation had hardened him beyond caring.

Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the sights you want to see.

“Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . .”