The difference is that was then, this is now.

You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you.

He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.

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.

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

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.

Nothing sparkly can stay.