Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.

To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

A man's friendships are one of the best measures of his worth.