Quotes About Interaction

Asking people about their opinions is a very good way of making friends. Telling them about your own opinions can also work, but not always quite as well. Nowadays

En este punto vale la pena recordar las teorías a las que había llegado Ford en su primer encuentro con los seres humanos para explicar su extraña costumbre de afirmar y reafirmar de continuo lo claro y evidente, como «Hace buen día», «Es usted muy alto», o «Así que ya está, vamos a morir».

His job was to push them open for us. He explained that this had become necessary because unfortunately the doors didn't open automatically when you approached them, and some of their Japanese visitors would often just stand in front of them for whole minutes getting increasingly bewildered and panic-stricken until someone slid them open by hand.

Usually it's very relaxing to be with someone who's so self-absorbed, because it doesn't make any demands on you.

You see what I have done?' he asked the ceiling, which seemed to flinch slightly at being yanked so suddenly into the conversation.

But the fourth, the many-to-many, we didn't have at all before the coming of the Internet, which, of course, runs on fiberoptics. It's communication between us that forms the fourth age of sand.

Yes," called out the sort of people who call out "yes" when comedians ask them if they're having a wonderful time.

In the years since then, Richard had run into Dirk from time to time and had usually been greeted with that kind of guarded half smile that wants to know if you think it owes you money before it blossoms into one that hopes you will lend it some.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, he beamed, is everyone having one last wonderful time? Yes, called out the sort of people who call out yes when comedians ask them if they're having a wonderful time.

He was so deeply aggravated that he thought he would share the sensation by phoning someone up and aggravating them, as it would be almost certain to do at twenty past one in the morning.

nearly forcing him into the path of a cyclist, who cursed and swore at him from a moral high ground that cyclists alone seem able to inhabit.

It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar habit of continually stating and restating the very very obvious, as in 'It's a nice day,' or 'You're very tall,' or 'So this is it, we're going to die.' His first theory was that if human beings didn't keep exercising their lips, their mouths probably seized up.

I hate that door, continued Marvin. I'm not getting you down at all, am I?

For years radios had been operated by means of pressing buttons and turning dials; then as the technology became more sophisticated the controls were made touch-sensitive—you merely had to brush the panels with your fingers; now all you had to do was wave your hand in the general direction of the components and hope. It saved a lot of muscular expenditure, of course, but meant that you had to sit infuriatingly still if you wanted to keep listening to the same program.

He paused just long enough to make them feel they ought to say something, and then interrupted.

Then why did you ask me?' it screamed. 'I just wanted something to talk to,' said Marvin.

Thirty seconds into the conversation, and already he'd blown it. Grown men, he told himself, in flat contradiction of centuries of accumulated evidence about the way grown men behave, do not behave like this.

Marvin flashed her an electronic look.

If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favor of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.

Ru ... ra ... wah ... who? He finally managed to say and lapsed into a frantic kind of silence. He was feeling the effects of having not said anything to anybody for as long as he could remember.

But how are you, metalman?" said Ford. "Very depressed.

We always had the greatest arguments over sex and fishing.

Sometimes you can't realize you're in a bad mood until another person enters your orbit.

I think computers ought to have a key called I'M DRUNK, and when you push it, it prevents you from sending email for twelve hours. I've got another one: a key called FUCK OFF. You press it every time your computer does something annoying -- in turn this would somehow force your computer to experience pain. And if you pushed SHIFT/FUCK OFF, you'd end up with FUCK OFF AND DIE, the computer equivalent of a razor being raked across your nipples.