Jane is the kind of friend whose letters from the 7th grade you still keep in a binder in your basement. And even though they're in your basement, you take them out and read them once a year. Yes, people, she's just that kind of friend. She's also the kind of friend who can throw a party where you'll run into a dozen people you know from other areas of your life whom you had no idea were also connected to Jane. That's some kind of connected, baby!

Jane needs no testimonials because it is plainly obvious from the moment you meet her that she is the coolest girl in the universe. She's my new teen Idol!

jane is my muse. she dresses better than me, and she's a great companion for long drives. we sing and talk and sing and talk. god bless the I-5.

If Jane was a poem, we would hear her read in coffee shops. As she is made of flesh, however, she is far less likely to be interpreted as yet another screed about racial inequity or sexual longing. Truly, we can all learn from her in this.

I wish Jane & I wore the same size so we could swap clothes, eat candy, play video games, and gossip all night. Jane's treasure, and I like treasure, yarrr!