At every crisis in one's life, it is absolute salvation to have some sympathetic friend to whom you can think aloud without restraint or misgiving.

I like hugging who I like to hug and I want to be hugged by whom I want to hug.

I have always maintained that the only group I belong to consists of my family, my wife Lily, my mother, my sons Omri and Gilad.

My wife thinks she's better than me at puzzles. I haven't given in on that one yet.

It's funny to look back - Tessa was seven and I was nine. I remember there wasn't a lot of talking at the beginning. We were terrified to hold hands for quite a while.

From natural selection's point of view, status assistance is the main purpose of friendship.

I don't have a hostile disposition toward humankind per se. In fact, I feel quite warmly toward humankind. It's individual humans I have trouble with.

By definition, a 'Sisterchick' is a 'friend who shares the deepest wonders of your heart, loves you like a sister, and gives you a reality check when you're being a brat.

This is golden, Katie thought as they rumbled down the freeway eating fast-food tacos. I love being "us".

I look back now and realize that the gift of a true friend is that she sees you not the way you see yourself or the way others see you. A true friend sees you for who you are and who you can become.

When one heart opens to another heart, it usually results in love.

Fred: "Is that brick wall your boyfriend?" Doug: "Only in my dreams." Fred: "Oh, you too? I'm Fred." Doug: "Doug. I should mention, in all fairness though that Christy's boyfriend is my best friend. He's the brick wall you should be worried about.