Can I say something?''Go on''I'm a little drunk''Me too. That's okay.''Just....I missed you, you know.''I missed you too.''But so, so much, Dexter. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about, and you weren't there-''same here.''I tell you what it is. It's.....When I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean EVERY DAY in some way or another-''same here.''-Even if it was just I wish Dexter could see this or Where's Dexter now? or Christ that Dexter, what an idiot, you know what I mean, and seeing you today, well, I thought I'd got you back - my BEST friend. And now all this, the wedding, the baby- I'm so happy for you, Dex, but it feels like I've lost you again.'--'You know what happens you have a family, your responsibilities change, you lose touch with people''It won't be like that, I promise.''Do you?''Absolutely''You swear? No more disappearing?''I won't if you won't.'Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of glorious confusion.

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.

What is love? two souls and one flesh friendship? two bodies and one soul.

Relationships are all about trust and equality. If one person shares, then the other person should share, too.

And I'll dance with you in Vienna,I'll be wearing a river's disguise.The hyacinth wild on my shouldermy mouth on the dew of your thighs.And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,with the photographs there and the moss.And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,my cheap violin and my cross.

...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

Friendship is a magnificent art of life that is drawn by two hearts and two minds.

Friendship is a poetry of life that is written in two hearts.

Oh my beloved friend! In your mirror, I see my reflection again and again.

Each new friend gives rise to the possibility of anything!

If you make a friend, make one only after testing him, And do not be in a hurry to confide in him. There are friends who are so when it suits their convenience, Who will not stand by you when you are in trouble.

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

A man who has found one has found a treasure. A faithful friend is beyond price, And his value cannot be weighed.

Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.

Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.