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  • #1
    S.E. Hinton
    “Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . .” The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #2
    Robert Frost
    “Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”
    Robert Frost

  • #3
    S.E. Hinton
    “You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #4
    S.E. Hinton
    “Mason is ambidextrous. That means that he can use either his right or left hand. For some reason, when I was little, I thought that meant he was part water lizard. Don't ask why.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #5
    S.E. Hinton
    “She told me she changed that will," the step-father said.
    "She once told me she married you because she loved you," Mike said. "Guess she lied to us both.”
    S.E. Hinton, Some of Tim's Stories

  • #6
    S.E. Hinton
    “I am a greaser," Sodapop chanted. "I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!"
    "Greaser...greaser...greaser..."Steve singsonged. "O, victim of enviornment, underprivelaged, rotton no-count hood!"
    Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" Darry shouted.
    Get thee hence, white trash," Two-Bit said in asnobbish voice. "I am a Soc. I am the privelaged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties."
    And what do you do for fun?" I inquired in a serious, awed voice.
    I jump greasers!" Two-Bit screamed, and did a cartwheel.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #7
    S.E. Hinton
    “Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #8
    S.E. Hinton
    “let's do it for Johnny”
    S E Hinton

  • #9
    S.E. Hinton
    “I really couldn't see what the Socs would have to sweat about - good grades, good cars, good girls, madras and Mustangs and Corvairs - Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider myself lucky.
    I know better now.”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #10
    S.E. Hinton
    “That's why we're separated,'I said. 'It's not money, it's feeling- you don't feel anything, and we feel too violently.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #11
    S.E. Hinton
    “pg.1- “I have light brown, almost red hair and greenish-grey eyes. I wish they were more grey, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have."

    pg ?- "Can you see the sunset real good from the west side?" She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good."
    "You can see it from the east side, too," I said quietly.
    "Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay."
    She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly.”
    S.E Hinton

  • #12
    S.E. Hinton
    “It's not just money. Part of it is, but not all. You greasers have a different set of values. You're more emotional. We're sophistocated- cool to the point of not feeling anything. Nothing is for real with us. You know sometimes I'll catch myself talking to a girl-friend, and realise i don't mean half of what I'm saying. I don't really think a beer blast on the river bottom is supercool, but I'll rave about one to a girl-friend just to be saying something.”
    S.E. Hinton

  • #13
    S.E. Hinton
    “Darry took a step toward me, but I backed away. “Don't touch me,” I said. My heart was pounding in slow thumps, throbbing at the side of my head, and I wondered if everyone else could hear it. Maybe that's why they're all looking at me, I thought, they can hear my heart beating...”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #14
    S.E. Hinton
    “Maybe people are younger when they sleep.”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #15
    S.E. Hinton
    “. . . Darry's gone through a lot in his twenty years, grown up too fast. Sodapop'll never grow up at all. I don't know which way's the best. I'll find out one of these days.”
    S. E. Hinton

  • #16
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #18
    Robert Frost
    “The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost

  • #19
    Robert Frost
    “We ran as if to meet the moon.”
    Robert Frost

  • #20
    Robert Frost
    “I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

  • #21
    Rachel Carson
    “We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one less traveled by — offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.”
    Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

  • #22
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, but I chose neither one. Instead, I set sail in my little boat to watch a sunset from a different view that couldn't be seen from shore. Then I climbed the tallest mountain peak to watch the amber sun through the clouds. Finally, I traveled to the darkest part of the valley to see the last glimmering rays of light through the misty fog. It was every perspective I experienced on my journey that left the leaves trodden black, and that has made all the difference.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #23
    “Writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don't have to worry about learning things. The fire of one's art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.”
    James Lee Burke

  • #24
    Robert Frost
    “Two such as you with such a master speed
    Cannot be parted nor be swept away
    From one another once you are agreed
    That life is only life forevermore
    Together wing to wing and oar to oar”
    Robert Frost

  • #25
    Debbie Millman
    “The grand scheme of a life, maybe (just maybe), is not about knowing or not knowing, choosing or not choosing. Perhaps what is truly known can’t be described or articulated by creativity or logic, science or art — but perhaps it can be described by the most authentic and meaningful combination of the two: poetry: As Robert Frost wrote, a poem 'begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.'

    I recommend the following course of action for those who are just beginning their careers or for those like me, who may be reconfiguring midway through: heed the words of Robert Frost. Start with a big, fat lump in your throat, start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness, or a crazy lovesickness, and run with it.”
    Debbie Millman, Look Both Ways: Illustrated Essays on the Intersection of Life and Design

  • #26
    Robert Frost
    “Nor is there wanting in the press
    Some spirit to stand simply forth,
    Heroic in it nakedness,
    Against the uttermost of earth.
    The tale of earth's unhonored things
    Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;
    And the mind whirls and the heart sings,
    And a shout greets the daring one.”
    Robert Frost

  • #27
    Natalie S. Bober
    “Papa thought that any book worth reading twice was worth owning. So instead of buying desserts, we bought books.”
    Natalie S. Bober, Papa Is a Poet: A Story About Robert Frost

  • #28
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Every journey taken always includes the path not taken, the detour through hell, the crossroads of indecision and the long way home.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #29
    John Fitzgerald Kennedy
    “When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement. The artists, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state. The great artist is thus a solitary figure. He has, as Frost said, "a lover's quarrel with the world." In pursuing his perceptions of reality he must often sail against the currents of his time. This is not a popular role.”
    John F. Kennedy

  • #30
    Robert Frost
    “They are that that talks of going
    But never gets away.”
    Robert Frost, Mountain Interval



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