“The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.”

“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger's face.”

“The next time you face something that is unexpected, unwanted and uncertain....consider that it just might be a gift.”

“Strangers are just friends waiting to happen”

“So where are they now? Your friends, I mean? You're always telling me about your friends and how you would do anything for them because they are your friends and how in return, they would die for you. I didn't believe it then and I'm not believing it now. All of your friends have gone. The good people, YOUR people, that's what you would call them. It was hard to keep from laughing in your face when you talked like that. I always wondered if that's what you thought I was to you, if I was one of YOUR people. You're so full of shit and now it's even too deep for you to deal with. The truth is that you don't have any friends, not now, not ever. You think you're with someone and then you find that you're just alone in a room with a stranger. You spent so much time running away from yourself, fulfilling imaginary duties to your friends, that you don't even know who you are. When the shit comes down, you can't even count on yourself. Isn't that a shame. Get ready for one of the longest nights ever.”

“Some stories wait their turn to be told, others just tap you on the shoulder and insist you tell them.”