A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

When you let people into the inner sanctum of your life, you risk having them see the heart of you. (from Vanishing Acts)

You don't make a friend," Jacob said with a scowl. "It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.