“If you hear something late at night,
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight,
Just don't ask me what it was.”

“When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke”

“Is it him?” Dad asked. “Did he get you into trouble?”
“Not me,” Shane said. “I’ve just got that kind of face.”

“… some people aren't worth the trouble of being kind to, because they have neither the brains nor the power to make something for themselves out of your kindness.”

“Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.”

“Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don’t want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.”

“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”

“All you have to do is touch my hand
To show me you understand
And something happens to me.
That's some kind of wonderful.”

“Every time you become confidential with some people, you hear of a new kind of dirty trick.”

“You have to put up some kind of a beef. Scream or holler or scratch or make some sound that you’re alive and can fight.”