Quotes About Communication

You know,(in Life) everyone's an author, We need to read each other more and kindly respond.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers.

If our bodies were different, though, our metaphors would be different, as Olaf Stapledon showed in Star Maker. Crabs walk sideways, for instance. If crabs could talk, they would undoubtedly describe progress in difficult negotiations as sidling toward agreement and express the hope for a better future by saying their best days are still beside them. Our bodies prime our metaphors, and our metaphors prime how we think and act.

Why must an aphorism be brief? Because only a fool gives a speech in a burning house.

that the unknown can only be made known through metaphor and analogy. "When we pass beyond pointing to individual sensible objects330, when we begin to think of causes, relations, of mental states or acts, we become incurably metaphorical," Lewis wrote. "We apprehend none of these things except through metaphor.

Witzelsucht, in which patients compulsively share dreadful puns, facetious jokes, and socially inappropriate wisecracks.

Jive undertakes to remedy that situation with language that makes up for the dullness of mere existence.

Every new medium transforms the nature of human thought. In the long run, history is the story of information becoming aware of itself.

Thinking about language, while thinking _in_ language, leads to puzzles and paradoxes.

Redundancy—inefficient by definition—serves as the antidote to confusion.

With words we begin to leave traces behind us like breadcrumbs: memories in symbols for others to follow. Ants deploy their pheromones, trails of chemical information; Theseus unwound Ariadne's thread. Now people leave paper trails.

I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it. We're a knowledgeable family.

Science and technology multiple around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those languages, or we remain mute.

There are only two types of people who can be totally honest with each other, lovers and strangers. Everyone else is just negotiating.

Ours is a precarious language, as every writer knows, in which the merest shadow line often separates affirmation from negation, sense from nonsense, and one sex from the other.

You have no time to do the science if you're talking to the media.

It was to a moribund horse, and Mr. Sidlow, describing the treatment to date, announced that he had been pushing raw onions up the horse's rectum; he couldn't understand why it was so uneasy on its legs. Siegfried had pointed out that if he were to insert a raw onion in Mr. Sidlow's rectum, he, Mr. Sidlow, would undoubtedly be uneasy on his legs.

miracle it is to find the right words, words that carry soul accurately

Words are like pillows: if put correctly they ease pain.

As most real writers do, he wrote because he had something to say, not because of any specific ambition to be a writer.

Quoting Goethe :) "We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.

Writing it down is the way I make it real, the way I find my way into what it is I feel. The words on paper or computer screen tell me more than what I knew before I wrote them, help me remember what I'm afraid I'll forget, let me keep what I don't want to lose, say to me: You were here.

Every time you have to speak, you are auditioning for leadership.