Quotes About Interaction

Why did people feel the need to comment on the rain, when they had absolutely nothing of value to add to the conversation?

You're different from other agency people," one client told her at the end of their first meeting, as he shook her hand to seal the deal. "You actually listen more than you talk.

He'd forgotten how you had to up your volume when all the Delaneys were together.

because she might have already kissed him before. No. He pressed his thumb in between her eyebrows. What was he doing? Was it some sort of weird middle-aged-people ritual? Was she meant to do it back to him?

It was interesting how you could say things when you were walking that you might not otherwise have said with the pressure of eye contact across a table.

the way he could walk straight into a party full of people they didn't know and stick his hand out to a stranger and say, "I'm Nick. This is my wife, Alice." It was as though he had an amazing skill, like playing a complicated musical instrument, that Alice could never hope to master.

So at school events you've got a plumber, a banker and a crystal healer standing around trying to make conversation.

Jesus. She even knew Liam's name. How was that possible? She'd forgotten her very existence until thirty seconds ago. Liam looked over, aimed his stick straight at Cecilia and pulled the imaginary trigger. "Liam!" said Tess at the same time as Cecilia groaned, clutched her chest and buckled at the knees. She did it so well, for an awful moment Tess worried that she really was collapsing. Liam held the stick up to his mouth, blew on it and grinned, delighted.

Why were cabdrivers so insistent on educating their passengers?

It was irresistible, like they were being tickled themselves. Their eyes met across the table, and at that instant, Rachel's laughter turned into a sob.

It is just too much effort to be funny and entertaining and loving. It is just too much effort to talk, really.

Tess could feel her entire personality being drained from her body. Those talkative, energetic people always left her feeling that way.

They were all just sitting here. Waiting. What were they meant to be doing? The desire to interact was an irresistible itch.

The book is finished by the reader. A good novel should invite the reader in and let the reader participate in the creative experience and bring their own life experiences to it, interpret with their own individual life experiences. Every reader gets something different from a book and every reader, in a sense, completes it in a different way.

Even deaf bitches say hi to me, she tell a blind bitch and she say I gotta see.

His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.

I sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next.

Graves: Are you skipping? Off to a good start. Dru Anderson: I don't want to deal with it today. Graves: Okay. I know a place to go. You shoot pool? I'm Graves. Dru Anderson: I know. Dru. Graves: Dru. You're new. Couple of weeks, right? Welcome to Foley.

Don't reserve your best behavior for special occasions. You can't have two sets of manners, two social codes - one for those you admire and want to impress, another for those whom you consider unimportant. You must be the same to all people.

She was the type who could not take a compliment. If he told her she looked nice, she'd give the reason instead of saying thank you. But he was the type who could not give a compliment, so he just said hello and let her in.

Socially we balanced each other out. He was the guy who came into the room and everyone was relieved. I made people deeply uneasy, myself most of all.

If I smiled at her she smiled back, and there were times I half pretended, half believed, she was my wife.

I personally think we developed language because of our deep need to complain.

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