What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!

That's why people don't ever think to blame the Socs and are always ready to jump on us. We look hoody and they look decent. It could be just the other way around - half of the hoods I know are pretty decent guys underneath all that grease, and from what I've heard, a lot of Socs are just cold-blooded mean - but people usually go by looks.

I advise writing to oneself. If you don't want to read it, nobody else is going to read it.

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

Nothing sparkly can stay.

I'm a good judge of my own work.

I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.