I often meet adults in their 30s, 40s, or 50s who, as soon as they recognize me, suddenly become six years old again.
I would adore to make up with the United States of America... Oh, America, what is the matter with you? Why couldn't you have been my friend?
You were the best friend I ever had, Allie. I'd still like to be friends, even if you are engaged, and even if it is just for a couple of days.
An old friend is a new house.
Whenever you have an ex, and they're like, 'I hope we can still be friends!' and you weren't friends before you started dating, then what do you go back to, really?
The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.
I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we'll make peace with each other . . . No rush.
How delightful it is to see a friend after a length of absence! How delightful to chide him for that length of absence to which we owe such delight.
