Quotes About Interaction

Can whoever left me a voicemail please send me a text telling me whether it's worth listening to?

It's the fact that when you spend all day in proximity to someone, there is no escape from their moods. Or your own.

She has several imaginary conversations with him and two imaginary arguments.

Dean Martin growled at me, as if in agreement. I was going to say something else but trying to work out which of his eyes was actually looking at me was weirdly distracting.

Maybe he talks through one of those devices. Like that scientist bloke. The one on The Simpsons .

right now." If he had been anybody else I might have hugged him just then, but we were English and he had once been my boss of sorts, so we simply smiled awkwardly at each other. And possibly wished we were somewhere else.

Sometimes it even seemed like a relief to him that there was someone prepared to be rude to him, to contradict him or tell him he was being horrible.

You said you were good with people. And you seem to like…theatrical…clothing." He glanced at my tights, which were green and glittery.

I wondered if she knew that everything she said made the other person feel like an idiot. I wondered if it was something she'd actually cultivated deliberately. I didn't think I could ever manage to make someone feel inferior.

And I pressed send, realizing, as it whooshed into the ether, that I had now condemned myself to unknown hours of e-mail-related anxiety while I waited for him to respond

She didn't actually criticize me—she was too genteel even to raise her voice—but the way she blinked slowly at my responses, her little hmm-hmm, as I spoke, told me everything I needed to know.

I missed the customers, their company, and the easy chatter that swelled and dipped gently like a benign sea around me.

and I felt myself colour under the intensity of his gaze.

She abhorred a conversational vacuum.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They were too polite to actually stare. Instead, they did this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he'd gone past, at which point their gaze would flicker towards him, even while they remained in conversation with someone else. They wouldn't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude.

She used to divide people into drains and radiators. Drains are the type that are always miserable, that want to tell you their problems, suck the life out of you... Radiators are what Jess was. She warmed us all up.

I got the feeling there was going to be a whole lot more conversation once I was out of the room.

It's the fact that when you spend all day in really close proximity to someone, there is no escape from their moods. Or your own.

His wife, rather irritatingly, raised an eyebrow, as if she could no longer be bothered to make an adequate response to his observations.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They're too polite to actually stare. Instead, they do this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he's gone past, at which point their gaze flickers toward him, even while they remain in conversation with someone else. They won't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude. As

said, and we laughed awkwardly, in the way British people do when they are experiencing great emotion. In

The sigh Camilla Traynor gave was the sound of someone forced to explain something politely to an imbecile. I wondered if she knew that everything she said made the other person feel like an idiot. I wondered if it was something she'd actually cultivated deliberately. I didn't think I could ever manage to make someone feel inferior.

I liked the way he turned his face and looked at me with amusement, like I had somehow turned it to be so much more than he had expected.

don't do flirting. I wouldn't know how to flirt with someone if Louisa stood behind them holding up placards. And