Quotes About Interaction

If I Skyped someone to say, "How are you doing?" and he said, "Fine," and then I said, "No, really, how is everything?" even if he volunteered more, it'd be an answer I forced, different in nature from something I observed by being around them.

somewhere in the wash of interactions and split attentions is the missed possibility we're looking for: meaning. Depth of experience. Connection.

Writers aren't the most well-adjusted people, and it's telling that our preferred means of interaction with civilization is throwing paragraph-shaped grenades at people from behind the safety of a laptop.

Some conversations need to be real time. Brainstorming and teaching

Some threads narrow to 2 people going back and forth, and they should get a room (email/Skype/hotel).

Rarely did I think our work suffered because we were working remotely. But I did have times where I thought our work would be even better if we were in the same place and time more often.

It's a shockingly recent notion that work and play should be mutually exclusive things. We learn about ourselves and each other through play, which helps us work together.

It's easier to get feedback and make adjustments with how a team works if you're in the same room. Feedback is hard to come by in life at all.

four big personal questions I asked everyone in e-mail once a month: What's going well? What's not? What do you want me to do more of? What do you want me to do less of?

They decided to force customers to answer three good questions: What did you do? What did you see? What did you expect? These are clever queries. They're often the first questions anyone doing support or first aid might ask someone in trouble.

People tend to get nervous when you stare at them. They are racked with enough insecurities as it is. They always look away, glance back quickly and look away again. Some part of them melts and as they attempt to gather themselves, their flesh forms puddles at their feet.

diverse, connected, interdependent entities whose behavior is determined by rules, which may adapt, but need not. The interactions of these entities often produce phenomena that are more than the parts. These phenomena are called emergent.

Physics becomes chemistry, chemistry becomes biology, biology becomes psychology, and so on. Or, put another way: cells emerge from the interactions of atoms, organs emerge from the interactions of cells, and societies emerge from the interactions of people. Each level of emergence produces higher order functionalities.

Sloppy idiot," Sabetha muttered at last. "You're trying to be charming. Well, I do not choose to be charmed by you, Locke Lamora.

You were talking to her before, right?" "Yeah. It was going well. Now it's all strange." "Have you considered extreme, desperate measures like talking to her again?

In comics at its best, words and pictures are like partners in a dancer and each one takes turns leading.

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Hey buddy, why the long face?

Q: What did the banana say to the vibrator? A: "Why are you shaking? I'm the one she's gonna eat.

Q: What is a forum? A: Two-um plus two-um.

Two men are in a public bathroom, in adjoining stalls. One man calls over to the other, "Hey, there's no toilet paper in this stall, do you have any over there?" The second man replies, "No, sorry, I don't have any, either." The first man asks, "Well, do you have a newspaper?" The second man says, "No, sorry." The first man pauses then asks, "Do you have change for a twenty?

A girl was riding the elevator down to the lobby. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and a totally cute boy walked in. She farted. Thinking fast on her feet she said, "Cool ringtone, isn't it? Want me to send it to you?

An elderly man with Alzheimer's walks into a bar and notices a rather sexy elderly woman sitting alone at the bar. He saunters over, sits beside her, and says, "Do I come here often?

Her attraction to him hadn't dulled in the least. She stared at him. He stared right back with those beautiful distant green eyes. "Guys," Pookie said, "I know yal have a bit of backstory to work out, but can we lay off the wistful gazing? This ain't a Joan Wilder novel, if ya dig what I'm saying."...

the interaction of gravity with other forces seems to be able to create order while still making the entropy go up—temporarily, anyway. That is a deep clue to something important about how the universe works; sadly, we aren't yet sure what that clue is telling us.