Quotes About Interaction

Miscommunication, misunderstanding and general misjudgment of one another is vastly increased by the fact that few of us know about these levels of circuitry, and we all tend to assume that the person we are interacting with is on the same circuit we are.

Adequate communication flows freely between equals. Communication between non-equals is warped and distorted by second-circuit Domination and Submission rituals perpetuating communication jam and a Game Without End.

TRANSACTION: used here in the sense of Transactional Psychology, which holds that perception is not passive re-action but active, creative trans-action, and that the observer and the observed must be considered a synergetic whole.

Imagine a billiard table without players. Nobody hits any balls. No earthquake shakes the room. No magnet exists, hidden under the table. Yet suddenly Ball A at one end of the table turns clockwise and Ball B at the other end of the table turns counterclockwise.

Conversely, shrinking the body and muttering (or becoming totally silent) make up the usual Submission reflex. Crawling away with its tail between its legs, the dog's submission reflex, does not differ much from the body-language of an employee who made the mistake of disagreeing with the boss and received a Dominator (flexing/howling) signal in response.

Each of us has a "favorite" circuit — that is, a circuit that has been more heavily imprinted than the others. Miscommunication, misunderstanding and general misjudgment of one another is vastly increased by the fact that few of us know about these levels of circuitry, and we all tend to assume that the person we are interacting with is on the same circuit we are.

The semantic time-binding system makes a feedback loop between the verbal left brain hemisphere, the larynx, the right hand (which manipulates the world and checks the accuracy of maps or glosses) and the eyes (which read words and also scan the environment).

A social field might be considered a type of energy-field that is highly variable.

The second, emotional-territorial circuit, creates a two-dimensional social space in conjunction with first-circuit advance-retreat.

EMIC realities are the realities created by people communicating with each other. It's one of the major discoveries of the social sciences in the last 80 years that a very large percentage (nobody has found a way of mathematically estimating it, but a very large percentage) of what we experience is EMIC reality. A large percentage of what we experience just exists because our society has talked it into existence.

walked out without a word. Fogarty nodded at Petrocelli

Susan smiled the smile she always smiled when you knew she hadn't the slightest interest in what you were saying, and she knew it, and she knew you knew it.

Somebody's helping you and you have to take time off to listen to them and pretend you think their ideas are great and come up with an answer that makes them feel good

He do that with me, too," Susan said. "It drives me fucking crazy." "Gee," I said, "I was liking it better when we were talking about Hawk's problems." Susan smiled.

Do you have a first name, Mr. Spenser'?" Jill said. She had a soft girlish voice with just a hint of huskiness at the edges. I told her my first name.

I called Hawk on his cell phone. "Where are you?" I said. "Not your business," he said. "What are you doing." "Very not your business," he said. "Oh that," I said.

How do you do," I said. "My name is Spenser." "Of course I know your name," she said. "How do you think I got here?" "I thought you looked up handsome in the phone book," I said. "And my picture was there." She smiled for the first time that morning. "Well," she said. "Maybe you are a little bit handsome in a rough sort of way." "Tough," I said. "But sensitive.

We need to focus not only on what we provide to the customer, but on how we provide it.

What do you think of our babysitter?' Dolly asks, adjusting a garter. 'Oh, I hardly noticed,' he says. 'Cute girl. She seems to get along fine with the kids. Why?

I have found, Mr. Noir, that if you make a story with gaps in it, people just step in to fill them up, they can't help themselves.

John was watching her walk away when Harriet found him. "John!" Chen jumped off his stool and flashed an unctuous smile, accelerating from zero to full-on asskiss faster than a screaming Tesla.

Jack met Kwan's eyes, glanced away, then looked back. Jack nodded once, kind of like saying hi, but Kwan did not respond. His lean face was all planes and angles, and as warm as a granite mask. He also had a split lip and a heavy purple bruise on his cheek from the guards. Jack

You. Yeah, you, c'mon, get up." He spoke perfect English, but Jack couldn't tell if the Korean kid understood English or not. The guard motioned him to get up, so he slowly stood. The guard motioned him closer, so he went closer. He didn't shuffle forward with downcast eyes like the others. He held himself erect and met the guard's eyes.

Cowly took the hand, and offered a perfunctory smile. "Joyce