S. E. Hinton Quotes

I lost a lot of homeboys growing up, a lot of family, at early ages.

People like me don't expect to live past 24.

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

It's a terrible thing to die young. Still, it saves a lot of time.

Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and in-between- the-sheets, holy-water death.

The death of a young wolfe doth never come too soon.

Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.

Only the good die young.

Which side of the blade is sharper? The lie or the truth? It all seems irrelevant when your jugular is sliced open and you’re lying in a pool of blood for the whole world to see.

Please don't kill me!

I came up with a new game-show idea recently. It's called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn't blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.

Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn’t calculate my steps. I didn’t have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.

Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

He that dies before sixty, of a cold or consumption, dies, in reality, by a violent death.

Prison, blood, death, create enthusiasts and martyrs, and bring forth courage and desperate resolution.

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

I saw so many kids 22, 19, with holes the size of a dime and they're dead. It's a gunshot and of course those kids thought they were as tough as nails, they never expected to be dead but they're gone. It's kinda nice to walk out of the County Coroner's Office with a couple of sayings, you know? "You're not so tough being dead on a morgue table."

When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must , I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can.

Broke with nothing to live for and damn ready to die young. I'm the shadow behind the gun, look what I've become.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.

You die in the middle of your life.