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.

Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.

Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.

He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere else he had to be.

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

I mean, most parents would be proud of a kid like that - good-lookin' and smart and everything, but they gave in to him all the time. He kept trying to make someone say 'No' and they never did. They never did. That was what he wanted. For somebody to tell him 'No.' To have somebody lay down the law, set the limits, give him something solid to stand on. That's what we all want, really.