I'm not exactly a guy who makes new friends easily.

I've kept most of my friends for decades, and I continue to make new friends.

Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold.

I'm not serving in office because I desperately needed 99 new friends in the U.S. Senate.

You can find tranquility, you can find party, you can find new friends. I'm a cruise convert.

What I really needed wasn't a dose of school spirit; it was a glass of water, an aspirin the size of my fist, and the answers to the history exam that I hadn't studied for the night before. "As long as I'm dreaming," I muttered, my words lost to the cacophony of the gym, "I'd also like a pony, a convertible, and a couple of friends."

"That's a tall order." I'd known that there were people sitting next to me, but I couldn't begin to imagine how one of them had heard me. I hadn't even heard me. "Would you settle for a piece of gum, an orange Tic Tac, and an introduction the the school slut?