Quotes About Interaction

When asked about his "open relationship" with fans: Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.

When he raised his head to look at her, she smiled at him. "Ye purred," she said, "just like a big tomcat." She laughed softly at the way he scowled at her despite the laughter brightening his eyes. "It wasnae a purr," he said. "It was a verra monly growl." Bridget

He caught Jankyn staring at Efrica Callan who was laughing at something Bridget said. "She is only sixteen years of age, Cousin." "I ken it. I was just wondering if she purrs." He exchanged a brief grin with Cathal before wandering off into the crowd. Cathal

I said to this monk… I heard you got a stock of shoes here. Piss off, he said to me.

took out a cigarette and almost before I had it in my mouth, Robair struck a match and held it for me. I dragged deep. "That's all right, Robair. I don't think

Alone in her apartment, writing or thinking on her own, everything was always clear. It was talking aloud, interacting with people that tripped her up: It was reality she found difficult

You can measure the amount of anxiety in any system by the amount of gossip going on.

Our first family: where we learned (not) to speak.

I have relationships with people I'm working with, based on our combined interest. It doesn't make the relationship any less sincere, but it does give it a focus that may not last beyond the experience.

I have the ordinary experience of being anonymous when I'm in an airplane talking to air-traffic control, and they don't know who they're talking to. I have a lot of common experiences.

You can't control the natures of other people, but you can control how you'll deal with them. And you can also control the extent and manner in which you'll be involved with them.

No man does right by a woman at a party.

Storytelling explores the problem with people. Stories without conflict are bad stories that no one repeats. Conflict describes the reality of human life and interaction with others. The resolution of the conflict in which everyone lives happily ever after reflects the human yearning for hope.

I think you have to be cool to be a good flirt, and I don't think I'm very cool.

How time files when you's doin' all the talking.

Vom Standpunkt des Weisen aus betrachtet, ist die menschliche Natur kindisch. Befindet man sich in einer Menschenmenge und betrachtet diese wie ein/e Zuschauer/in, wird man viele Kinder miteinander spielen sehen. Sie spielen und kämpfen, sie nehmen sich gegenseitig etwas weg, und sie ärgern sich über sehr unwichtige Dinge. (S. 119)

She was, [Wilfrid Riley] recalled, "a very clever person, but you couldn't be at ease with her some way. She wasn't with you. She was up in the clouds, always studying poetry, what have you . . . You couldn't sit with her and converse with her like you can normal people." It wasn't pride, he thought, that made her this way. "Shyness came into it. She couldn't lend herself to people. She was a little bit aloof from people, and I don't think she intended to be.

I can be agreeable," said Fairweller. "If the other party is." "Oh,well," said Bramble. "There goes that, then.

If culture was not paying its way, the genes whose expression it is modifying would either go extinct or evolve to be as immune to culture as an oak tree.

He shook his head. "Scrub my back—and tell me more about the trip out here." "Ask me nicely." His silver eyes touched hers. "All right. Please scrub my back and tell me about the trip." She smiled, and tossed the washcloth his way. "No!" "All right, you little southern vixen," he warned. "Scrub my back or—" "Or what?" "I'll climb out of this tub, drag you back into it, and scrub yours.

There are idiots in every crowd.

The more I have, The more I realize that all that matters is the small discoveries, the little interactions, the improvised, messy, glued-together moments that lie at the centre of our happiness. Everything else is just a distraction.

In other centuries (and in other lands), melancholy and longing were considered a natural part of the human condition. Now they are a moral failing, a way of signaling to the world that you're a loser and a quitter. You have to change your attitude and play nicely with others, even if that means bullshitting your way through every interaction. Everyone wants to see you turn that frown upside down. Smiles, everyone, smiles! Like you mean it this time.

La ansiedad, pensó, era como una bandada de pájaros posados en un cable telefónico. Cuando se acercaba gente echaban a volar y cuando la gente se alejaba volvían dando saltitos