“A new friend is always a miracle, but at thirty-three years old, such a bird of paradise rising in the sage-brush was an avatar. One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly possible.”
“Each new friend gives rise to the possibility of anything!”
“Time is always relative.... For the terminally ill, six months are a lifetime, and not a very long one. To a three-year-old waiting for Christmas, it's an eternity so distant it's not even worth thinking about.”
“I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.”
“Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?”
“There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.”