Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
I’m a good judge of my own work.
If you have two friends in your lifetime, you’re lucky. If you have one good friend, you’re more than lucky.
They grew up on the outside of society. They weren’t looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.
The difference is that was then, this is now.
I never base a character on someone I know. You can get ideas from real life, but every character you write is some aspect of yourself.
I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!
I really do like listening to stuff that’s happened to other people. I guess that’s why I like to read.
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There’s still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don’t think he knows.
I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.
Greasers will still be greasers and Socs will still be Socs. Sometimes I think it’s the ones in the middle that are really the lucky stiffs.
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.
Sometimes, I feel like I spent the first part of my life wishing to be a teen-age boy, and the second part condemned to being one.
All of a sudden it felt like people were peering over my shoulder, wondering what I would write next. I was blocked for four years.
I advise writing to oneself. If you don’t want to read it, nobody else is going to read it.