Quotes About Communication

He'd tried to talk to you about anarchy yesterday but his English and your French conspired against the dialog.

muted 'thanks' as the person moved away. 'It

Do you ever drink any of the cups of tea that get made for you?' Rebus asked, gesturing towards the still-full mug. 'Don't really like the stuff,' Creasey admitted. 'But people do seem to enjoy making it.

Infra-red connection,' he explained. 'Gets us on-line in a hurry.

Bad-mouthing everyone else is such a simple option.

We Scots, Rebus thought, we're not very good at going public. We store up our true feelings like fuel for long winter nights of whisky and recrimination. So little of us ever reaches the surface, it's a wonder we exist at all.

No one knows what women want!

Well, he doesn't make me laugh. I think I've got a fair sense of humour but I can't really see it in him. I've listened to his show on the radio on a Saturday morning, and that's a load of mince as well.

Most information doesn't constitute a story. Think of a telephone directory: lots of information, strong cast, but a bit weak on narrative. What counts in a story is its meaning. And that's a very different concept from information.

the chimpanzee can't articulate his state of mind to us, or answer our questions about it. But then, for all of his physical differences, if he could talk he would be one of us. Nothing else he could do would place him more emphatically in the human camp, for it has been recognized since ancient times that language defines us as nothing else does.

Marine Captain Bankson T. Holcomb, Jr., a Japanese-language officer detached from Pearl Harbor's codebreaking unit, picked up a transmission by a Japanese patrol pilot (probably the same one that had been picked up by the carrier's radar). The aircraft had reached the end of its patrol route and the pilot had "nothing to report.

I wish more people would belabor the obvious, and more often.

An apology is not the second way in.

An argument needs no reason, nor a friendship.

Never mumble some sarcastic shit to somebody who can obviously fuck you up.

out that my father is in the hospital with lung cancer. No one in my family wanted to tell me about it. My niece who I hadn't talked to in years wrote me a letter to tell me that my dad had cancer and he needed a lung transplant. She said he was already skinny as a toothpick.

I love you," he said. "All I want you to do is come home and be with your daughter." "Stop talking like that, Dad," I said. "I'm gonna work on getting a hardship transfer, so I can be at a prison closer to L.A. We'll see each

Sorry about what happened to your brother Robert." I didn't even understand what she was talking about. I had to wait until I got settled in at Ironwood and was allowed to make a phone call. My daughter told me that my brother Robert was dead.

Robert, my closest brother, had died in prison—the story she heard was that he'd had a complication from some medications and had a heart attack. The coldest part is that he'd been dead and buried for two months—nobody besides my daughter had thought to tell me about it! Again, that's how death comes to you in prison.

in more than twenty years of prison, I'd never been called into the warden's office. I walked in and he smiled at me, handing me a letter. It was from a fifteen-year-old Mexican American kid named Danny who I'd tried to connect with in a one-on-one.

Some people have something to say. Some people have to say something Avoid the second group.

Subordinates soon learn not to ask the Arsonist for help in solving the problems that he assigned them. If they do, instead of trying to identify the barriers to a solution, he changes the assignment altogether, and in the process he overloads his subordinates with new problems.

The Arsonist's individualism creates centralization in decision making, but it is decision making with an interesting managerial twist. The Arsonist's decisions are extremely vague, and yet he expects the details to be worked out in exact accordance with wishes that he never explained fully and was probably unaware of initially.

A colleague is not someone who agrees with you. A colleague is someone who disagrees with you but for whom you have respect.