I'm still single, but me and Lauren are really really really close friends.
I'm sure those rumors are spread, but it's just ah - we're really good friend. We've been since day one in Hollywood. In class, we've been together in school. We've gotten really close, but I don't know about the more than friends stuff.
Friends, near or far, are important to us. All of ours have an awareness of other persons' feelings, a courtesy that's inevitable. When I find that consideration in a fan, I'm immediately impressed.
I don't doubt the sincerity of my Democratic friends. And they should not doubt ours.
I grew up on food stamps. I come from a very humble background. And I've had many friends that have been destitute - you know, running into trouble - and places like The Midnight Mission have given them hope and have fed them and gotten them back on the right path.
Seeing unhappiness in the marriage of friends, I was content to have chosen music and laughter as a substitute for a husband.
We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.
When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
I like to make everything my friends are involved in a little better. I should have just become a manager.
I see my friends, my family, my cousins work all day long for very little money, and if I have this problem of not being able to wall on the streets, it's not a big deal.
Before, I was so stupid. But, you know, when you have friends who died on the street, you say, okay, let's calm down. It's not the kind of energy I want to have in life. I want to go slower, and longer.
We're lucky, real lucky. Our friends lost their house. We just had some burning embers put holes in the screens.
There were times I used to go to parties when I was, you know, like 15-, 16-years-old, and I'd always bring my guitar, and all my friends would be like, sing one of the Smokey songs. And everything I sang was his music, and I could sound just like him.
I have a little baby. She knows who I am. My friends know. My family knows.
Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.