Quotes About Communication

There are girls, but they baffle him. They pretend to be stupid, by way of protective coloration. Passive, still, and cryptic. They say the opposite of what they mean, to test if you can see through them. Which they want. Then resent when you do.

But it's the same basic problem: What keeps us from seeing the obvious? Douglas puts his hand to the brass bull's horn. And? What does? Mostly other people.

Trees used to talk to people all the time. Sane people used to hear them." The only question is whether they'll talk again, before the end.

Life is nothing but mutual infection. And every infecting message changes the message it infects.

it may be that certain species are bribing you. So many wonder drugs have come from trees, and we haven't yet scratched the surface of the offerings. Trees have long been trying to reach us. But they speak on frequencies too low for people to hear. She's

life is trying to say something no one hears.

High above Adam's prison, new creatures sweep up into satellite orbit and back down to the planet's surface, obeying the old, first hungers, the primal commands - look, listen, taste, touch, feel, say, join. They gossip to one other, these new species, exchanging discoveries, as living code has exchanged itself from the beginning. They begin to link up, to fuse together, to merge their cells and form small communities. There's no saying what they might become, in seventy plus seventy years.

There are so many names for the thing that everyone is scared to death of, and everyone wants to tell you theirs.

The best arguments in the world won't change a person's mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.

Adam doesn't get people. They say things to hide what they mean. They run after pointless trinkets.

God only knew what the eleven-year-old might confess to me about the things I was right now doing wrong.

He tells her how the word beech becomes the word book, in language after language. How book branched up out of beech roots, way back in the parent tongue. How beech bark played host to the earliest Sanskrit letters.

Trees trade airborne aerosol signals, the article says. They make medicines. Their fragrances

In a few short seasons, simply by placing billions of pages of data side by side, the next new species will learn to translate between any human language and the language of green things.

The web began to seem a vast, silent stock exchange trading in ever more anonymous and hostile pen pals.

But the spruces pour out messages in media of their own invention. They speak through their needles, trunks, and roots. They record in their own bodies the history of every crisis they've lived through.

Trees trade airborne aerosol signals, the article says. They make medicines.

The phone rings, but she doesn't pick up. It's one of three men whose beliefs about her logistics she can no longer keep straight.

But both live, which only proves to Adam that life is trying to say something no one hears.

If only people, like some invertebrates, would just turn raging purple when they felt attraction. It would make the entire species so much less neurotic.

People who still love words have to be forgiven everything.

I, too, had nothing to say, and I tried to say it as well as I could. What harm could so small a thing as saying nothing do to anyone?

The wounded trees send out alarms that other trees smell. Her maples are signaling. They're linked together in an airborne network, sharing an immune system across acres of woodland. These brainless, stationary trunks are protecting each other.

Life is talking to itself, and she has listened in.