I was letting people dictate who should be my friends. I felt like I couldn't be friends with Madonna. And so I dissed her, even though she showed me nothing but love. I felt bad because when I went to jail, I called her and she was the only person that was willing to help me.

The realest people don't have a lot of friends.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.

Don't expect your friend to be a perfect person. Help your friend to become a perfect person. That is true friendship.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.