Ponyboy: 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.

Johnny: Where did you learn that? That’s what I meant.

Ponyboy: Robert Frost wrote it. I always remembered it because I never quite knew what he meant.

Happy 49th Birthday to C. Thomas Howell!!!