My friend made me a leather dress for the MTV awards. It gives you confidence, wearing something you love.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
Your wrinkles either show that you're nasty, cranky, and senile, or that you're always smiling.
A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.
Of all possessions a friend is the most precious.
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Cricket makes no sense to me. I find it beautiful to watch and I like that they break for tea. That is very cool, but I don't understand. My friends from The Clash tried to explain it years and years ago, but I didn't understand what they were talking about.
The best part about being with a group is that you don't have to do everything alone. You're with your friends.
Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it; nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.
Having been the discoverer of many splendid things, he is said to have asked his friends and relations that, after his death,they should place on his tomb a cylinder enclosing a sphere, writing on it the proportion of the containing solid to that which is contained.
I have to remind my dad, 'Journalists - no matter how many cigars they smoke with you - are not your friends, so don't talk to them.'
When I eat with my friends, it is a moment of real pleasure, when I really enjoy my life.
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.
When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it's a sure sign you're getting old.
The Russian people get so insanely close to each other as friends. Their lives are interrelated so much on an everyday basis.
He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.
To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.
As a matter of self-preservation, a man needs good friends or ardent enemies, for the former instruct him and the latter take him to task.
I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
Actually, I only have a few friends in real life. And when I say friends, I'm referring to those people who I've known since the 1960s.
I don't want my wrinkles taken away - I don't want to look like everyone else.