Quotes About Communication

I could not think without writing.

He had been so friendly, and he had shown clearly that he did not think me in the least stupid--or, if he did, he liked it.

You have named him, not I.

Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage; Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.

Semicolon, you dolt!

There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.

Les mots visibles sont comme des points de repère dans l'étendu. La signification de chacun d'eux est à la fois ponctuelle et tourbillonante; le sens nait de leur rapprochement comme l'éclair du choc électrique des nuages.

le langage l'engage.

Abel," the chief shouted, "if you don't quit this letter writing, I'm going to have to take serious steps." "Off the end of the old dock, I hope," Grandpa replied as he slammed the door in the chief's face.

The problem with women was that they were always planning some future that involved you and that you were not aware of, as if you'd signed up for a credit card without knowing it.

He was beginning to see how having a teenager might be the equivalent of having a bad class in permanent session.

Once she'd gone, nobody spoke, except for his father who asked what was on next. Blake said it was Newhart.

He hoped she would not provide his family with any of her poems, which tended to use words like nipple.

You know, your family's exactly like I imagined them. Exactly like you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're like the blackbirds. The blondbirds." "Very funny." "They're very nice. You always talk like they're Norwegian hillbillies or something.

Why did people get married seeking a way out of loneliness? There was nothing more lonelier than two married people in a room together. - p.126

Ryan and his father obediently headed off. At the bathroom door his father said, "Well, if finicky eaters make poor lovers, I don't know what you got here.

the 2008 crisis is a textbook case for the theory of information

But words is like th spots on dice: no matter how y fumbles em, there's times when they jes wont come.

I have discovered that writing is rather like talking: it is very difficult to start, but once you have actually got going it can also be very difficult to stop. The reason I don't want to stop is that I am scared of being on my own. At least when I'm writing this journal it's like conversing with someone.

I almost wish that anyone were here, so I could just talk about anything. I know Harry used to accuse me of being anti-social (because of my not liking parties and shutting myself away painting), but it is a very dreadful and isolating experience not to have exchanged one single word with another human being for as long as I have.

Talking was such an embarrassment; she never knew what to say.

you've either got a brain or you haven't. If you have, then you don't need me to spell things out to you. If you haven't, there's no point in talking to you.

His mother hadn't know what Durex was. But she had suspected. She had asked him, gravely, if it was 'anything bad'. Useless trying to explain. Useless, subsequently, trying to convince his father that he was only acting like a responsible citizen.