Maybe there aren’t any
such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are
just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt
and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re
always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living
for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to
be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want,
need to be with; people who build their houses in your
heart.
—
Stephen King
