How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one!
It started when she passed me a note in English class. The note said you don't seem as awful as I hear you are. I passed one back that read: beware I am as awful as people say and worse. She laughed and I had a friend. She didn't become my Ally and I didn't ask her to or want her to but she became my friend and that was more than anyone else was willing to do.
It makes you feel good, man, makes you forget all the bad things that happen to a Negro. It makes you feel wanted, and when you're with another tea smoker, it makes you feel a special kinship.
There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
Short accounts make long friends.
