When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

Oh, I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug 10 people at a time!

The older you get, the fewer slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?

Life has no blessing like a prudent friend.

I often learn more about myself from listening to the life story of a friend than I do reflecting on my own story.

While the right friends are near us, we feel that all is well. Our everyday life blossoms suddenly into bright possibilities.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

While many good friends stood by us and stood up for us, we knew that we had obviously become a problem for the majority. So taking great care not to split the church by forcing people to take sides, we quietly left.

As I look back on my life, it saddens me to acknowledge that some of my most painful wounds were inflicted by religious people — Gods people.

I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends' mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.

Some people are friends, others are people you are forced to hang out with.

A friend is someone who will bail you out of jail. A best friend is the one sitting next to you saying "boy was that fun."