I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

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 didn't think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I'm going crazy.

If you enjoy reading something, read it.

Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

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