Ponyboy Curtis Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"A guy needs somebody―to be near him. A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody. Don't make no difference who the guy is, long's he's with you." ———————————————————————- The lights are turned back on and everyone's eyes take a moment to adjust looking up at the teacher "Okay class, what did you learn from the movie?" She asked and Sophie has to wipe the tears from her eyes raising her hand hearing a bunch of murmurs in the back "Yes, Ms Ortiz?" The teacher says with a smile "Jesus, Why Don't you leave the questions for the other kids in the class you freak." Cindy, Britney's hound dog says and for a moment Sophie feels dejected and she puts her hand down.

Curtis trailed at a short distance hissing and spitting like an alley cat. Dean approached the last building. His heart skipped a beat. He saw a large deadbolt with a lock hanging on the door. He turned and faced Curtis. “I want you to open this door now. If you refuse, I will shoot you.” His steely eyes set steadily on Curtis. Curtis was perspiring and looked like a cornered animal. He glared at Dean for a few moments. “If you think I’d kidnap a kid, you’re insane.” “Then call me insane and open the damn door.”

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

“You do more for us all than you realize. Believe in yourself; that's all you need.” I forced a smile, hoping he couldn’t see the doubt lurking beneath it. “Thanks, Curtis,” I murmured. “You’ve been…a goodfriend through all of this.” He tilted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "You’ve been strong, Lunette. Stronger than most would be in your shoes.” I looked away, focusing back on the oats to avoid his piercing gaze. “Maybe. But some days, I don’t feel strong. Some days, I just feel... lost.”