Harry loves slimy things, hairy things, and creepy things. Harry loves anything horrible. I know -- I'm his best friend Doug.

...in addition to feeling sick and tired and feverish and nauseated, I also felt forgotten. And there was no easy cure for that.

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

It's crazy. My life has been full of fun and adventure. but i love meeting people who make me feel like I've done nothing.

He asked me IF I MISSED YOU. I didn't answer and walked away keeping my eyes closed. And then shedding a tear whisper: So much

Friends with benefits? More than friends? Don't sample the goodies unless you're willing to risk addiction and withdrawal.

'I'm not that easy to get rid of,' Andre retorts. 'As you know well. What state are you in? Besides confusion.'

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.

I'm friends with a guy who is friends with a former Playboy model. So I guess you could say I'm 1 degree away from 212 degrees.