It seemed funny that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.

We couldn't get along without him. We needed Johnny as much as he needed the gang. And for the same reason.

My boyfriend suggested I write two pages a day. He wouldn't take me out if I hadn't done my two pages. That's how I wrote my second novel.

I learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there.

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?

You know a guy a longtime, and I mean really know him, you don't get used to the idea that he's dead just overnight.