Quotes About Communication

One day many years later you will ask her if she wishes you were straight. She will hesitate, then say,"I love you just the way you are." You will never forget that.

But you do choose not to reveal all the facts, which the way I see it is another form of lying." She sipped her wine.

All of this internet activity creates a feeling of community, a feeling of actual connection, and therefore has within in it, if you are authentic, if you are true, real risk. But what is this risk?... The risk, it might be argued, according to psychology, is to the ego, who might want a voice that is not one of many, but singular, unique. In this time of so-many-voices-talking, how does one become heard? And what, really, is important to hear?

Keep thou an open door between thy child's life and thine own.

You could tell those two had been married by the way that she ignored him.

Dictators love to talk. It is remarkable how men who wield excessive sole power will be consistent in this: Given a captive audience, they all drone on for hours. And hours. The human brain can only concentrate for twenty minutes, ask any teacher. Dictators have rarely been despatched on a training course to learn that simple fact. Many dictators are completely untrained; tyranny comes to them naturally.

There was one good side to my male relations. Since they were married to my sisters, they had all learned to be swiftly subdued by sarcasm.

The Customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is an a**hole. That's the first rule of retail.

Good mathematics is a soliloquy, communicated.

Having multiple personalities is the only way I can justify talking to myself.

Treat mathematics as a language, not as a vocation.

Don't want to reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you, the little things give you away

This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me

Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me) Told you everything loud and clear But nobody's listening Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear But nobody's listening

Occasionally, for a fleeting, horrified moment, she caught a glimpse of herself. The shrill note in her voice. The stupid words. It was as if there were something heavy weighing on her tongue that had to be removed immediately—that expression, It's time I took matters in hand, uttered in such a phony way—and out of her mouth she plucked a big, shiny bug. And then another. And one more. Her mouth full of big, shiny bugs.

The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

Thing is, while I know better, I like sounding ignorant. Talk like this and people figure you're about as dumb as a fencepost, which suits me fine. Makes it all that much easier to take advantage of 'em.

I'm really bad at describing my books. Journalists like to have things like "It's The Terminator Meets the Seven Dwarfs." And I can't do that with my books. If I could, I probably wouldn't write them.

I believe in a different kind of magic. The kind we make between each other.

As the new work fills my notebooks, I've come to realize that the characters in my stories were so real because I really did want to get close to people, I really did want to know them. It was just easier to do it on paper, one step removed.

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

What I have had to face--and what incidentally drives me on--is the sad realization that unless I represent these ideas, they will (more often than not) go unarticulated.

There are only two ways to deal with the media: either elect to take the Buddha's vow of eternal silence, or make one's voice known as responsibly as one humanly can, and take the consequences.

my delight in philology, my insistence on having language clear-cut and exact, impels me, when someone says it is cold and someone else that it is warm, to look at the thermometer and say: "Gentlemen, it is 69 degrees Fahrenheit in this room.