Can you see the sunset real good on the West side? You can see it on the East side too.

the person in this picture is really me.

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

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.

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.