Vociferation and calmness of character seldom meet in the same person.
He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday.
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
You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.
They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.
If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky
I'm obsessed with crocodiles and getting eaten by one. When I hear that someone's been eaten by a crocodile or shark, I just get all gooey. I start salivating.
I followed all life's pleasures wherever they would lead, but someone I can treasure is all I really need.
that since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbon’s could hardly wait for the night to forget themselves in sleep
Keep painting your demons.