Ponyboy Direct Quotes Novels & Stories

“They are your feelings and you are entitled to them. My dad reminds me that it’s okay to not be okay. But it’s not okay to give up. Life sucks from time to time. We’re talking sucks worse than a dollar blow job.” She rubbed her belly again as the teens laughed. “But the sun comes out again. Little miracles happen. Dreams change and come true. You change. Life changes. You have to go through the darkness to see a sunrise.” “Do not go gentle into the dark night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Rachel Woodson, her one goth student, quoted. “Love me some Dylan Thomas.” Evie smiled as her alarm dinged. “I have agreed to stay after today if anyone wants to stay also. If you need to ta

Did teenage boys still have panic attacks? Because the vice closing around my heart made it seem like that was what was just about to happen. “You’re all a bunch of sentimental fools.” I couldn’t stop the words from tunneling out of me. “And you’re a murderer.” His eyes flashed. And I stiffened in my seat. He didn’t make a habit of raising his hands against us.

"You are still my mom..." "And I would still *be* your mom, young man," Diane said, her voice stern but showing a hint of playfulness. "Don't get the idea that you'd wrap me around your finger, just because my pussy would be wrapped around your cock"--Kevin gasped at her turn of phrase--"And yes, that's also because you are still a kiddo who balks when his mom says 'cock' or 'pussy'!"

By a five year old who had decided the time was right and had said it the way he said everything important. Directly. Without hesitation. Because he had never learned to be afraid of the things that mattered. I looked at him. At the boy who had just said the word. At his father's eyes. At the ammonite on the cord. At the complete unselfconscious certainty of someone who had known from the very beginning and had waited for exactly the right moment to say so. Something happened in my chest. Not the unnamed thing from the library. Not the thing that had moved through me at the charity event.

I said. I almost laughed at her . "You are pretty," she said. I smiled at her childish behavior . She's not understanding me one bit. "You are dumb silver," a boy told her. "Am not" she replied . "You are," the boy insisted. "Am not miss tell him I'm not dumb" Silver said. She's really dumb but I couldn't help but think that these kids are just adorable. They have no care in the word I want to be freed just like them.

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road I'm gonna ride (Kio, Kio) 'til I can't no more I got the horses in the back Horse tack is attached Hat is matte black Got the boots that's black to match Riding on a horse, ha You can whip your Porsche I been in the valley You ain't been up off the porch, now Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Riding on a tractor Lean all in my bladder Cheated on my baby You can go and ask her My life is a movie Bull riding and boobies Cowboy hat from Gucci Wrangler on my booty Can't nobody tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Can't nobody tell me no

“Yeah. Sure. All the time. If wishes were horses, I’d have a stable full of ‘em. My very own herd of My Little Wish Ponies.” I expected Bobby to laugh nervously like he usually did when I got sarcastic about uncomfortable topics. He said nothing, however. Suddenly, the very air itself felt charged with a curious sort of weight. I looked up and, to my surprise, saw by the glimmer in his eyes that he was far from joking. I straightened, thumping my club against the course’s thin artificial turf. “God. You’re serious, aren’t you?”

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

She ate the cereal bar on the way to English. AP English was Gatsby again—or rather, the end of Gatsby, the death of the dream, the green light gone dark—and Elena actually paid attention this time, which felt like progress. Noah was in his corner. She didn't look. Took notes, contributed once when Ms. Rivera asked about what the green light represented now that it was unattainable, and Elena said "I think that's the point—it only meant something because he couldn't have it," and Ms. Rivera said "interesting" in the way teachers did when they were quietly impressed.

I doubt I ever came so hard in my entire life. My knees are so weak and stars explode in my vision, but he wasn’t done, and he was speaking, so I force myself to focus on his words. “Fucking hell, Golden Boy, you’re going to be death of me. That was so fucking beautiful.” he groans. My mouth is open but the only sound I can make is a groan at the back of my throat. “Shit, the second finger is going in, okay?”