I Didn't Think Much About That Statement

...people Get Hurt In Rumbles, Maybe Killed. I'm Sick Of It Because It Doesn't Do Any Good. You Can't Win...even If You Whip Us. You'll Still Be Where You Were Before- At The Bottom. And We'll Still Be The Lucky Ones With All The Breaks. So It Doesn't Do Any Good, The Fighting And The Killing. It Doesn't Prove A Thing.

Movies Can't Ruin Books. They Can Only Ruin Movies.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

Your Mother Is Not Crazy. Neither, Contrary To Popular Belief, Is Your Brother. He Is Merely Miscast In A Play. He Would Have Made The Perfect Knight In A Different Century, Or A Very Good Pagan Prince In A Time Of Heroes. He Was Born In The Wrong Era, On The Wrong Side Of The River, With The Ability To Do Anything And Finding Nothing He Wants To Do.

That's Why People Don't Ever Think To Blame The Socs And Are Always Ready To Jump On Us. We Look Hoody And They Look Decent. It Could Be Just The Other Way Around - Half Of The Hoods I Know Are Pretty Decent Guys Underneath All That Grease, And From What I've Heard, A Lot Of Socs Are Just Cold-blooded Mean - But People Usually Go By Looks.