It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, does rejoice. I guess I just miss my friend.

And even though things are heavy right now, it occurs to me how happy I am just to be with my friends. Sure, I'd love to kiss-hug-marry-hold Beck, but for now, I'm happy just to be with him. Sometimes being with gets overlooked I think.

A girl's legs are her best friends, but the best of friends must part.

The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.