I Have No Idea Why

I Think That The Outsiders Was Meant To Be Written, And I Was Just Picked To Write It.

You Know A Guy A Longtime, And I Mean Really Know Him, You Don't Get Used To The Idea That He's Dead Just Overnight.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

Your Mother Is Not Crazy. Neither, Contrary To Popular Belief, Is Your Brother. He Is Merely Miscast In A Play. He Would Have Made The Perfect Knight In A Different Century, Or A Very Good Pagan Prince In A Time Of Heroes. He Was Born In The Wrong Era, On The Wrong Side Of The River, With The Ability To Do Anything And Finding Nothing He Wants To Do.