“You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you...”

“You must get hurt a lot," he murmured. She looked at him in surprise."Why do you say that?" "Because you don't hide anything. You put yourself out there for the world to like or dislike.”

“You never know if that person likes you, you have to trust yourself. Don't be afraid to get hurt.”

“Ponyboy, listen, don't get tough. You're not like the rest of us and don't try to be..."What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn't get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you..."What in the world are you doing?" Two-Bit's voice broke into my thoughts.I looked up at him. "Picking up the glass."He stared at me for a second, then grinned. "You little sonofagun," he said in a relieved voice. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I just went on picking up the glass from the bottle end and put it in a trash can. I didn't want anyone to get a flat tire.”

“Life is hard. Life hurts. So what? You tough it out. You get through and then you'll feel good again.”

“It seems to me that it don't hurt none to get yourself a dream and a plan. 'Cause if you don't, then you'll never go nowhere.”