If You Enjoy Reading Something, Read It.

My Boyfriend Suggested I Write Two Pages A Day. He Wouldn't Take Me Out If I Hadn't Done My Two Pages. That's How I Wrote My Second Novel.

They Grew Up On The Outside Of Society. They Weren't Looking For A Fight. They Were Looking To Belong.

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.

Dally Was So Real He Scared Me.

It Was Too Vast A Problem To Be Just A Personal Thing. There Should Be Some Help, Someone Should Tell Them Before It Was Too Late. Someone Should Tell Their Side Of The Story, And Maybe People Would Understand Then, And Wouldn’t Be So Quick To Judge A Boy By The Amount Of Hair Oil He Wore.