Quotes About Interaction

What the hell makes you smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you." "Listen - I wouldn't ask you." "That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid.

Life is a game and people love games. But games need rules. Most children's plays or guileless entertaining assume rules. Without rules we cannot play and without play we cannot enjoy life. ("When forgetting the rules of the game" )

It is the curse of quick words--when one shouldn't respond, they come, and when one needs to speak, they are mysteriously absent.

A group of people was something like a primitive organism, affected by mood and atmosphere and even weather, resistant to change, with each member playing a specific role. Leaders, followers, scourges, clowns—every group had them, and people slipped into their parts as easily as actors taking on familiar stock roles.

Leopardstar says that they're staying with us so the Clans can exchange training methods and fighting techniques, but I don't see much sign of it. All they do is watch....It's like they're learning all about us, all our secrets and weaknesses. That's why I came over here, to get away from them for a bit.

You drift around the camp like a little dark cloud looking for someone to rain on," Leafpool snapped (at Jaypaw).

Stop it, you two!" Spiderleg's stern mew echoed around the hollow as he separated his kits. "We were just playing," Toadkit complained. "Well, play something quieter!" Spiderleg snapped. "I don't envy you, Graystripe. Two kits are hard enough." Then he yelped in pain. "When I told you to play something else, Toadkit, I didn't mean attacking my tail!

You don't have to watch over me like I'm a helpless kit!" Mousefur snapped at him. Longtail's whiskers twitched with amusement. "It's a shame your tongue's not as worn-out as the rest of you," he purred.

She's becoming more useful every day. Besides, I'm getting used to her company." Cinderpaw glanced up at the old medicine cat, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Only because you're deaf enough to put up with my chattering!

For the next quarter moon," Bramblestar began, "no cat is to talk to Spotfur.

So?" Violet's mew interrupted his thoughts. "Are we finishing this or are you going to stare at me all day?

Stormfur stopped short when he noticed a glow of admiration in Feathertail's eyes.

Modern architecture only becomes modern with its engagement with the media.

Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)

I'm going to grab a cheeseburger," I told Patch. Want anything?" Nothing on the menu." I smiled. Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?

I understand the link between the commands I type and the actions the computer performs can be reduced to a predictable input/output network, albeit a massively complex one. And thanks to this knowledge, I do not attribute magical qualities to the machine. I don't get angry at it. I don't try to read its mood, interpret the emotional subtext of its communications with me, or start to sulk if it takes too long to boot up. I don't take it personally--most of the time.

Each bite that you see the other person take reinforces your liking. Or not: it is hard to sit calmly by and carry on eating if you share a table with someone who is grumbling that peas are 'gross' and pinging them at you with a knife.

Registering different flavours is one of the main ways that our bodies interact with the world around us. Amazingly enough, the human olfactory bulb is the only part of the central nervous system that is directly exposed to our environment, through the nasal cavity. Our other senses - sight, sound and touch - need to travel on a complicated journey via nerves along the spinal cord up to the brain. Smell and flavour, by contrast, surge direct from plate to nose.

He glanced at me as if he knew more than he cared to say and realized the absurdity of communication, acknowledged the introduction with a courtly bow, and continued his search for misprints.

He turned to face me. "Not all of us can be talkers like you. Besides, I'm better with my hands." I dropped my eyes. Damn my overactive imagination.

The great unsold truth of libraries is that people need them not because they're about study and solitude, but because they're about connection. Connection with other worlds and different views, even if that's no more than being among other people thinking and breathing.

Writing often in the pages of the New York Times, Allison Arieff is a powerful spokesperson. "Bring back the sidewalk!" she urged in one of her articles, explaining: "Community is born from social routine—running into neighbors at the mailbox or while walking down the street. Design for these serendipitous encounters."8

I gave the prescribed Metropolitan Police "first greeting". "Oi!" I said "What do you think you're doing?

He'd obviously wanted to tell someone about it for a long time and I was a convenient ear. I get that a lot. Stephanopoulos calls it my secret weapon. "It's that vacant expression," she said, "people just want to fill the empty void".