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.

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did.

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

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

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

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