“My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.”
“There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet.”
“A stranger is just a friend you haven't met.”
“There are no strangers in here, just friends you haven't met...”
“Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.”
“Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.”