Okay Greasers,you've Had It.

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.

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.

Rat Race Is The Perfect Name For It,' She Said. 'we're Always Going And Going And Going, And Never Asking Where. Did You Ever Hear Of Having More Than You Wanted? So That You Couldn't Want Anything Else And Then Started Looking For Something Else To Want? It Seems Like We're Always Searching For Something To Satisfy Is, And Never Finding It. Maybe If We Could Lose Our Cool We Would.

I Gotta Cut Smoking Or I'll Never Make Track Next Year