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“He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars.
The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone.
“You’re . . . ,� he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. “Such a pain,� he concluded.
“What?� I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of
Fang’s hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination.
Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang’s arms around me now, sliding under my
wings, his hands flat against my back.
It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him.
It was a total disaster.
Gasping, I pulled back. “I, uh�,� I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him
over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket.”
― James Patterson, The Final Warning

“Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Selfish Genie: A Satirical Essay on Altruism

“In some rare cases, a friendship between two people benefits both of them, and what’s more, in some rarer cases, it benefits both of them equally.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Selfish Genie: A Satirical Essay on Altruism

“The last words of Finny's usual nighttime monologue were, 'I hope you're having a pretty good time here. I know I kind of dragged you away at the point of a gun, but after all you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal.' He hesitated and then added, 'which is what you are,' and there was silence on his dune.
It was a courageous thing to say. Exposing a sincere emotion nakedly like that at the Devon School was the next thing to suicide. I should have told him then that he was my best friend also and rounded off what he said. I started to; I nearly did. But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by the level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace

“Some people look for good friends and some become a good friend.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Wish and Wisdom are pals. Wisdom consoles at the fall of Wish and Wish cheers up when Wisdom is at wrong foot!”
― Abhijit Kar Gupta

“The guests were strangers no longer. They hung out with the members of the party in groups of three and four, their arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, like close pals. They had broken bread together, shared the little details, the deep desires, some secrets of their lives, even their hopes and fears. What more was left between them? They were content.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan