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

If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

We had played a kid's version of gang fighting called "Civil War," and then later we had got in on the real thing, we fought with chains and we fought barefisted and we fought Socs and we fought other grease gangs. It was a normal childhood.

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.

Asleep, he looked a lot younger than going-on-seventeen, but I had noticed that Johnny looked younger when he was asleep too, so I figured everyone did. Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.