It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.

Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.

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

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

California is like a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying, not believing it even if you show her the marks.

I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.

I like having a private name and a public name. It helps keep things straight.