Outsiders Quotes Ponyboy Novels & Stories

“I have shit to deal with.” “BoNo I shrug and continue to make my way out of the lounge. “Boo!” he shouts as he leaves. He even gets the girls to join in the jeers although theirs are half-hearted and punctuated by giggles. I tell one of the bouncers outside the door to get me Sal and as I’m making my way back to the poker lounge, I bump into him and two of his other guys.

--- ### Somewhere Outside the City A black SUV rolled through the deserted docks at Blackwood Harbor. Inside, a small boy slowly opened his eyes. Noah blinked in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing his aunt scream. He looked around the dark vehicle. No masked men. No ropes. Just one man sitting quietly beside him. The man smiled gently. "Did I wake you?" Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Who are you?" The stranger hesitated before answering. "My name is Jonathan." Noah tilted his head. "My mommy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

"We came hunting for an old fox and found a lion instead, boys." "Who are you?" I asked flatly. "Pete Bonsignore," he said, his grin widening as he stomped out a cigarette. "All the way from the slums, just to see ya." He stepped forward, smug confidence radiating off of him. At least he had more balls than Eli to show his face. "You came all the way from the ghetto to lay claim on a high school kid? That was dumb," I said, scanning the men behind him.

The old man asks, looking through the rear view mirror. I nod my head and glance out of the window. I considered that the world outside of the house is not safe for single girls. I guess I was totally wrong. The world is not good for weak people. He would remember my punch whenever he'd see his bleeding nose. Egoistic rich brat!

she decides to go with an alias “I’m Kevin. You came to our pen to paper about the downfall of Zionkia?” “Yes. Mind telling me what happened?” “Sure but not here. The walls have ears” He gives his brothers piggy ride as they walk home. They stopped in front of a building with cracked walls and broken windows. It seems to be built with sandstone. The roof of the house is covered with leaves which is a poor attempt to protect them from a downpour. Inside the house is an old family portrait hanging loosely on the wall, at the centre of the house is a pond from last night’s rain—really a poor attempt

I thought that nothing else mattered as long as my parents were happy. But now, the persimmon incident had thoroughly woken me up from my delusions. Since they were treating me like an outsider, there was no point in my continuing to make a fool of myself. I chuckled coldly and said, "I'm not thinking of doing anything. I just wish you and your family all the best." After that, I went into my room to pack up my things. Dad came in after me and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Don't you know that it's Christmas! What do you think you're doing with that damn attitude of yours? It was just a damn persimmon! Why the hell must you make the entire family so awkward and uncomfortable over that?

Sonny might not understand that it was a business, but he knew that no one else but Aunt Ser and Uncle Zack were the only exceptions to the paying rule. Hank was dumbstruck for a moment before remarking, “I’m your father, Sonny. How can you compare me with Mr. Lewis? He’s an outsider. Besides, Mr. Lewis isn’t a good man. He’s scary.” Sharing the sentiment, Sonny bobbed his head and replied in his childish voice, “Dunc is scary, but he’s not a bad man!”

“Look at that! Jonny exclaimed an hour later, pointing toward the Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier.” "I'm not going to happen.” Nick said, swallowing loudly. “Is the bad boy afraid of heights?” Jacob scoffed. “Of course not.” “Yes of course.” “Not!” “Yes!” "They're both idiots.” Jonny interrupted looking around. “What are you looking for?” Asked his brother imitating his action. "Seeing if someone I know sees me with you two.” He explained, putting his sunglasses back on.

the older lady said as they walked away together. He was forced to stand-alone in his cage for hours but could hear other ponies being brought into their cages. Cody strained on his collar to see the other ponies but his tether was too short. Several times he could hear men and women comment about him. One comment that caught his attention was between two women who were looking at his naked chained body. One of the women said, "The reason there are so few ponyboys is that they are rarely allowed to cum if at all, to keep them more obedient. Whereas as ponygirls are constantly forced to orgasm to keep them obedient. That is why there are more ponygirls than boys."

“We are barely a community. You and Leo are not in school and neither are the other children…” “For the record,” Ginny said with a laugh as she raised her index finger to stall his words. “I have never whined about not being in school. School kids are dumb sheep anyway. I am…” “A free bird,” he completed for her with a smile. Ginny rolled her eyes but she was smiling. It was a phrase she always quoted. “I know.” He drew in a breath looking out into the dense forest. “But we could live better if I accept her offer.” She shrugged. “Don’t do what you don’t want.” She walked up to him and nudged him with her elbow. “Especially if you will blame it on us.”