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.

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

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.