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'm a good judge of my own work.

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

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.

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

You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

I gotta cut smoking or I'll never make track next year