Outsiders Quotes Ponyboy Novels & Stories

I toss her the keys, “You drive.” She catches the keys and smirks. “Buckle up, baby.” As we get closer to the pawnshop, I’m glad that we took the chevy. With every mile we take, the area becomes sketchier. With its large number of graffiti and liquor stores, it reminds me of my old neighborhood. Homeless men loiter around the corners holding signs, and prostitutes in fishnet stockings and extremely revealing dresses work their hustle. I try not to look too closely at the shifty-eyed men congregating in front of sordid looking vehicles with tinted windows.

"That's what you call euphemism, right C? That girl wants some dick, and she wants it ten minutes ago." "So you're saying I got a shot?" asked Jay. "I'm telling Sylvia you said that." "If Sylvia could see that, she'd be more disappointed if I didn't at least try," he quipped. "What do you think that back tattoo says?" Roddy squinted, then shrugged it off. "I'll check it out tonight while I'm... you know, never mind. Too crude, even for me." "Whoa, hey, where are you going?" demanded Jacqui. But I wasn't waiting to explain myself. There wasn't any explanation I could give. I walked up to the bar, leaving a quartet of gaping friends in my wake.

Third person's POV Nia and Zia sat inside the dim, grimy room that reeked of stale smoke and spilled liquor. The cracked walls seemed to sweat secrets no one dared speak aloud. Nia flicked open a battered pack of cigarettes and shoved one toward Zia. “Here, take the damn thing,” Nia muttered, already lighting hers. Zia waved it off, her other hand resting protectively on her rounded belly. “Can’t. You know why.” Before Nia could respond, the door creaked open, and a jittery junkie girl stumbled in, her eyes darting like a trapped animal. “Someone’s askin’ for Zia outside,” she rasped, scratching at her arm like she could dig out her demons.

“Why did you jump the queue? We are here before you.” She asked. Then, the troublemaker sized her up before she asked, “I hope you are not referring to me. Let me hear that again from you, pig.” At that point, raucous laughter came from the canteen. The cowards, who could not talk in Ruby's presence, could boldly address Adriana as a pig. At Johnny's Apartment. After Stanley drove off, Johnny rested his head on the chair in deep despondency. “Guy, you've got to be strong. This is a phase. It will soon be over.”

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi

“Then say something.” He sighs dramatically and pushes himself off the bike. “Shaw,” he says, voice calmer now, “do you honestly think the bobbies spent their evening memorizing motorcycle plates from an illegal queer rave while fifty half-dressed men were climbing fences and screaming?” “I don’t know what they do. I’ve been to prison.” That quiets him for a second. The unfinished building creaks softly around us while distant city sounds drift through the open concrete skeleton of the structure.

If only I was that stupid. People say that Jaxon Armstrong is the devil in disguise, because of the shitty deals he makes me with people and how he treats his guests. I say he is a gang leader who underestimates the power women have over him. Jason however intrudes my thoughts on his stupidity, "Are you going to answer my questions now or just talk to yourself out loud?" He crouches in front of me because I'm sitting on a chair, "Do you remember the date of the assassination?" I roll my eyes, "yes"

Mused Ron " nuh uh , leave my ass somewhere else , I got no money , I'm not walking back all the way to Austin " " Just go and do your thing " snapped Conan , hauling Ron out of the car " you are going to give Jake aneurysm , if you keep acting like this , the guy already has his panties in a bunch " I didn't have my panties in bunch , but I do feel like I was sitting on pins and needles . " Alright , Alright " said Ron getting out of the SUV and shuddered when the cold winds slapped against him " you better not leave me here Knight because if I can drag the QB of the rival team to do STD tests , I can drag you as well "

Every conversation seemed to be a mirror of the one outside. I walked toward the back exit, the air in the room feeling too thin to breathe. On my way out, I passed a group of teenagers sitting on the equipment crates. They were the ones who usually ran messages for Theo, the ones who looked up to him like he was a god. They stopped talking when I got close. One of them, a boy no older than fourteen, spat on the floor near my boot.

“Outsiders like you should not be here! Stop parasitizing the pack when you’re not doing anything for it in return!” Mallory flinched at his words, feeling the burn in every syllable. She saw Oddny growing paler, and the growing stares did not help at all. Mallory held her arm, ready to bolt out from the square when Hazen came forward, leaving the line and blocking them against the group. “When will you grow up, Muller?” Hazen raised her voice. Mallory could practically see steam coming out from her head and nose. She pointed at them. “Just because you’re useless doesn’t mean everyone else too!”