Quotes About Interaction

Ms. Heller," said the man, "if you can hear me, say something, will you?" "What do you want, I'm shouting!" Lauren said at the top of her voice. "Now I see it," one of the female voices said. "Like she's trying to talk. I don't know what she said." "I think she said 'Ow.

I can't tell you that, sir." The woman's voice had gone from bored-but-friendly to officious-and-stern.

Never write if you can speak, never speak if you can nod, never nod if you can wink.

We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.

It is no use speaking in soft, gentle tones if everyone else is shouting.

Yet the four spaces are not an assembly line for growing community.

Somebody cracks a joke, a whole row laughs, one witticism sets off another, and, like matches, they flare up and burn down.

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!

Of course I mean it," Cinderpelt mewed dryly. "I don't talk for the pleasure of hearing my own voice.

Yes," Jaypaw agreed. "But since you never shut up I can always hear exactly where you are.

Lightleap crossed the clearing. "Hey, Nightheart," she mewed. She winked at him playfully. "Are those for me?" Sunbeam didn't look at him, but Nightheart noticed her soft brown-and-white fur bristle irritably.

You're lumbering around like a badger today," Ashfur scolded. Spiderleg and Mousepaw padded out of the ferns with Honeypaw and Sandstorm. "More like a hibernating hedgehog!" Mousepaw teased.

Flipclaw lifted one hind leg, then, remembering that Jayfeather couldn't see what he was doing, gave him a prod with it.

What, Berrystumpytail?" Poppypaw suggested. "That would be a mouthful!

Lionblaze blinked at her uncharacteristically sharp tone.

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

The ability to mute my peers was one of my favorite things about attending school online, and I took advantage of it almost daily. The best thing about it was that they could see that you'd muted them, and they couldn't do a damn thing about it.

We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.

How the fuck do you negotiate with a piece of software?

Human beings were never meant to participate in a worldwide social network comprised of billions of people. We were designed by evolution to be hunter-gatherers, with the mental capacity to interact and socialize with the other members of our tribe—a tribe made up of a few hundred other people at most. Interacting with thousands or even millions of other people on a daily basis was way too much for our ape-descended melons to handle.

Students weren't allowed to use their avatar names while they were at school. This was to prevent teachers from having to say ridiculous things like "Pimp_Grease, please pay attention!" or "BigWang69, would you stand up and give us your book report?

Og gave the Sega Ninja cabinet an awkward pat, as if it were an unfamiliar Labrador. Then he shoved both his hands into his pockets and grinned at me like a lovestruck idiot. He looked as if his pupils might change into cartoon hearts at any second.

I usually muted him, but I still recognized his Philly accent, and the cocky attitude that seemed to come along with it.