Nothing sparkly can stay.

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

Movies can't ruin books. They can only ruin movies.

...people get hurt in rumbles, maybe killed. I'm sick of it because it doesn't do any good. You can't win...even if you whip us. You'll still be where you were before- at the bottom. And we'll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks. So it doesn't do any good, the fighting and the killing. It doesn't prove a thing.

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.