A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
In my unbeliever's dictionary, only one word is sacred: 'friendship.'
I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats.
His friendship with Tagaran was not a list of objects, or the words for things eaten or not eaten, thrown or not thrown. It was the slow constructing of the map of a relationship.
You never have the sort of friends you have when you’re fifteen ever again. Even if you keep them for the rest of your life, it’s never the same as it was then.