The thing about old friends is not that they love you, but that they know you. They remember that disastrous New Year’s Eve when you mixed White Russians and champagne, and the uncomfortable couch in your first apartment and the smoky stove in your beach rental. They look at your and don’t really think you look older because they’ve grown old along with you, and, like the faded paint in a beloved room, they’re used to the look.- Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake