Quotes About Communication

The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. It won't.

I need to study David Petrakis. His actions speak louder than word. I've never heard a more eloquent silence.

Hurry up," Gracie called after him. "I want to talk to dead people.

It had become easier to lie about most things because it didn't hurt as much when he ignored me.

don't call it a period: call it an exclamation point

You might not hear back from your mother for a while, though. The post has become most unreliable.

Most relationships come with expiration dates just like milk and bread. Some go sour before you can taste them.

when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time

Oh, boy. Now you see what you've done, Monica Lewinsky, you stupid, stupid tart, I thought. Because of you, I have to explain to my Nana, while she's in a hospital bed with an enlarged gallbladder, what oral sex is. Do you see the damage you've caused? Do you see where your sinful path has led?

There were times when, in her fury, she was convinced that she needed to drive down to Phoenix and let him know just how much of a bastard she thought he was, that he needed to know just what he had done. But she eventually realized that with his resounding, silent indifference, nothing she could possibly say would matter to him, and by the same account, he didn't deserve to understand how angry he had made her. He wasn't good enough to know how much she hated him.

One must never disregard a message from the universe.

XVXVI, or 10-5-10-5-1, yielded H-E-H-E-A, which, unless she wanted to show her derisive laughter, made no sense.

I wouldn't mention that to him, if I were you.> < Ah, but if you /were/ me, perhaps you would.> --Pirate King, chapter 9

Interesting, is it not?" I must be better, I thought: his gnomic utterings were irritating me again. I replied in my customary way; namely, I ignored him.

When we get out of here," I said, "I know you're angry, but don't kill him. You can hurt him, though. Hurting is fine.

As my grandmother used to say, if you've got nothing good to say about someone, let's hear it.

And I won't deny your neighbors will take you more seriously if you tell them you've written a novel. (Of course if that's the main concern, just go and tell them. You don't have to write anything. Just lie a little. Don't worry—they won't beg to read the manuscript.)

You got to ask a street question to get a street answer.

Too damn long.' He put his coat on an empty chair, settled a slim attaché case on top of it, and placed a narrow-brimmed gray hat on top of the attaché case. He seated himself across the table from me and dug his lucky charm out of his pocket. I watched him set it spinning. 'Too goddamned long, Matt,' he told the coin.

No, liebchen, not if it's too painful for you to talk about it." "Devious sheenie bastard." "Devious, yes. Sheenie, yes. Bastard, no. What did you used to do in bed?

the switchboard operator answered every call, "Hotel Dixie, so what?

There was a click and the line was dead. Johnny

he was sort of a yutz, and he would have married her, because that went along with being the kind of yutz he was, but thank God she said something to her Aunt Vicki, and Vicki had a cousin who knew somebody

Some months after that, Markham was published, subtitle and all, and the first I knew of it was when I got a phone call late one night from a writer friend of mine named Randall P. Garrett. Now Randy lived substantially less than a mile from us, around 110th Street and Broadway, and when he wasn't home working he was around the corner in a neighborhood