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“Some people go, some people stay. I'm staying.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Man, I didnt know anything like that was going to happen! Honest, Tex, he was on something. Holy cow! I really kid, I been doing this stuff for a year now and I never saw nobody pull a gun before! God Almighty! What if he hadnt missed!' -- Lem
'He didn't.' -- Tex
'What?' -- Lem
'I said he didn't miss. He shot me and it hurts like hell.' -- Tex”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“All my life I wanted somebody who knew more than I did to tell me the truth.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Mace, you never read Smoky the Cowhorse,did you?
No.
Well,ol' Smoky, he had somebad things happen to him,had the heart knocked clean out of him.But he hung on and came out of it okay.I've been bashed up pretty good,Mason, but I'm going to make it.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Well, you're real brave, real stupid, or real lucky.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“In the daytime you aren't afraid of anything.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Love ought to be a real simple thing. Animals don't complicate it, but with humans it gets so mixed up it's hard to know what you feel, much less how to say it.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“I remembered what Jamie had said, that love doesn't solve anything. Maybe. But it helps.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Mace,' I said struck by a thought, 'did you ever think that all those people in those cars have a whole separate story to them, that it's just as important to them as our stuff is to us, and we don't know anything about it. Maybe sometime we'll run across somebody and two years ago they were driving past us on the highway and we never knew it. Like sometimes we meet people and bump off of them and never see them again and we never know why paths cross.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex

“Uh, Miss Carlson," I said, standing at her desk after everybody else had gone on to their next class, "somebody told me you went to that guy's funeral the one the highway patrol shot."

"Yes," SHe said. "I did."

She didn't look like she was mad at me about it. She had real long eyelashes. I bet she was good-looking when she was young.

"Was he a relative or something?" That was what I was afraid of.

"No. Not even a friend really." She paused, like she was hunting for the right words. Finally she said, "I read a book once that ended with the words 'the incommunicable past' You can only share the past with someone who's shared it with you. So I can't explain to you what Mark was to me, exactly. I knew him a long time ago.”
― S.E. Hinton, Tex