It's surprising to me how many of my friends send Christmas cards or holiday cards including my atheist and secular friends.

These days I'm mostly familiar with two parts of L.A.: one is movie culture and the other is Asian culture. The Westside is work and the Eastside is Chinese - which means my friends.

It's definitely a dream come true to be recognized and to be able to sign autographs. But it's also a lot of hard work and can be draining. If you don't know already you will quickly learn who your real friends are.

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.

I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends and my own best friends' mothers and from surrogates many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life even after their passing.

All my friends' mothers were appalling women.

I think all women have a friend who at some point dumped them or betrayed them or deeply disappointed them. And at the same time all women have a friend who they dumped or betrayed or hurt in some way. That's universal in women's friendships.

Women can go on marrying and pretending that their boyfriends and husbands are Mr. Darcy or some RomCom dream man. But where's that going to get 'em? Besides divorce court?

I think women are really good at making friends and not good at networking. Men are good at networking and not necessarily making friends. That's a gross generalization but I think it holds in many ways.

The only people you can really share certain things with in secret are your girlfriends.

We're getting ready to take over the world. My group of girlfriends - we're renegades.

I grew up in the Bronx where you would stay up late with your girlfriends just being silly in our bedrooms whatever. And I was always the clown.

Friends are generally of the same sex for when men and women agree it is only in the conclusions their reasons are always different.

I was the official wedding photographer at one of my best friends' weddings. Fortunately she was one of the most easygoing brides ever so she made it easy for me.

I'd hesitated to have a wedding because my gay and lesbian friends don't have that right.

I'm a jewelry girl. I became with friends with designer Irene Neuwirth a few years ago. At that point I just used to wear my wedding rings. Very low key. Now if I could I'd be draped from head to toe in her jewelry all the time. Everything she makes is beautiful.

I try to remember as I hear about friends getting engaged that it's not about the ring and it's not about the wedding. It's a grave thing getting married. And it's easy to get swept up in the wrong things.

I did get to keep the wedding dresses from 'Runaway Bride'. They're all boxed up in my garage. I've never opened them. It'll be fun one day when Hazel is taller. She can play dress-up with her friends.

One tradition I have with my friends is that when one of us gets married we have a ton of fragrance oils and pretty bottles at the bachelorette party. Everyone puts a drop or two in a bottle for the bride and makes a wish and the bride wears our creation on her wedding day.

If anything we older people yearn for a peaceful world even more than young people do. We are the ones who lost friends or relatives in some war. We are the ones who have lived a lifetime of seeing and reading about human suffering.

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.

The U.S. army confirmed that it gave a lucrative fire fighting contract in Iraq to the firm once run by the Vice President Dick Cheney without any competitive bidding. When asked if this could be conceived as Cheney's friends profiting from the war the spokesman said 'Yes.'

We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother Mr. Chapman told us just how the war would end.

Truth of a modest sort I can promise you and also sincerity. That complete praiseworthy sincerity which while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.