Some are going, some are staying....i'm in between.

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

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.

Okay greasers,you've had it.

They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other.

Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.

nothing can wear you out like caring about people