Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don't you know that? [...] Your friends do. They're like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.

Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.

I think I might just go out back for awhile, and sit under that big tree. I feel empty inside. I never felt so empty.”Tim nodded. “You’ll fill up again. Trust me.”“I guess I’ll have to.

She loves you, too,” Wendy said softly, and put a light squeeze on the back of Luke’s sunburned neck.“Not the same way,” Luke said glumly, but then he smiled. “What the hell, life goes on.

Tal vez -pensó- no existen los buenos y los malos amigos; tal vez sólo hay amigos, gente que nos apoya cuando sufrimos y que nos ayuda a no sentirnos tan solos. Tal vez siempre vale la pena sentir miedo por ellos, y esperanzas, y vivir por ellos. Tal vez también valga la pena morir por ellos, sólo personas con las que uno quiere estar, necesita estar; gente que ha construido su casa en nuestro corazón.

We was used to each other in the way I s'pose two old bats can get used to hangin upside-down next to each other in the same cave, even though they're a long way from what you'd call the best of friends.