Soda...NEVER CRACKS A BOOK AT ALL.

And nobody in our gang DIGS MOVIES and books the way I do.

Darry WOULD KILL ME if I got in trouble with the police.

Soda just can't sit still long enough to enjoy a movie and THEY BORE DARRY TO DEATH.

IT DRIVES MY BROTHER DARRY NUTS when I do stuff like that, 'cause I'm supposed to be smart...

So I STOOD THERE LIKE A BUMP ON A LOG while they surrounded me.

He's got EYES THAT ARE LIKE TWO PIECES OF PALE BLUE-GREEN ICE.

"YOU'RE BLEEDIN' LIKE A STUCK PIG."

He's got DARK-GOLD HAIR that he combs back---LONG AND SILKY STRAIGHT--- and in the summer in THE SUN BLEACHES IT TO A SHINING WHEAT GOLD.

I knew I was as white as I felt and I WAS SHAKING LIKE A LEAF.

...Soda ATTRACTED GIRLS LIKE HONEY DRAWS FLIES...

He was about SIX FEET TALL, STOCKY IN BUILD, and very proud of his LONG RUSTY-COLORED SIDEBURNS. He had GRAY EYES and a WIDE GRIN, and he couldn't stop making funny remarks to save his life.

LIFE WAS ONE BIG JOKE to Two-Bit.

His EYES WERE BLUE, BLAZING ICE, COLD with a hatred of the whole world.

If you can picture A LITTLE DARK PUPPY THAT HAS BEEN KICKED TOO MANY TIMES AND IS LOST IN A CROWD OF STRANGERS, you'll have Johnny.

I turned my head to look at him and in the moonlight HE LOOKED LIKE SOME GREEK GOD COME TO EARTH.