In life, usually, even if you live in a big city, you can count on your fingers on one hand how many real friends you have; that's human.

I can't count how many of my friends are in the cemetery at Normandy, the heroes are still there, the real heroes.

Holding true to what you believe - even in a big city - is so important.

What I have found is that real friends stand by you.

Real friends are very special, but you have to be careful because sometimes you have a friend and you think they are made of rock, then suddenly you realise they're only made of sand.

You find out who your real friends are when you're involved in a scandal.