Quotes About Interaction

You should talk to people. Ordinary people about ordinary things. Like you used to with Cian.

I didn't know what to make of this fey mood. He was the one who was supposed to make conversations easier.

She laid her hand briefly against Hild's cheek, which startled Hild so much she nearly knocked her cup over.

She moved faster, and so did he. She leaned farther, and so did he. Then she began to draw on the life around her-the hum in the air, the flight of the kicked dirt-and changed again.

He held her gaze this time, though it made him sweat, and this time it was she who looked away.

It was good to feel the living movement between two bodies, to feel the feedback, play with some of the strength.

Onnen liked Mulstan, Hild could tell. She also knew Onnen liked the way he ran his holdings, though it lacked the fine and sharp efficiency a woman would bring to the housebold. She liked his daughter and his servants and the ease his housefolk felt in the hall. And she leaned in towards him as though she liked his smell. And Mulstan liked her; Hild saw the way his nostrils flared as Onnen laughed at something he said and patted his arm.

Gemæcce, Hild thought, staring at the pattern. She looked up, found Begu looking at her, blushed, looked down again. After a breath of two, she looked up.

I stood behind him for nearly a minute-close enough to smell the familar bitter hint of coffee grounds-before he jerked around and whipped off his shades.

For the next hour and a half I watched him flirt indiscriminately with men and women, couples and groups and singles, flashing out that smile, hooking them in, dismissing them after a sentence or two when it became clear he could have them if he wanted.

Hild used a trick she had learnt from Gwladus, and studied her mother through half-closed eyes while she lowered her head to her apparent task. Breguswith was smiling to herself.

We shook hands. My mother showed me a dozen different handshakes. This is the one that means I don't think you're worth my attention: a quick shake, with her hand already sliding from mine before it was properly finished. This one shows I hold you in great contempt: a snakelike up and down, bending at the wrist, fingers stiff as though she couldn't wait to shake off my sweat. There were others. Cordova was a mixture of reserve and haste: fast, light, and whippy.

Even between fanatical egalitarians, the briefest encounter reestablishes human inequalities.

Triviality is the price of communication.

El hombre no se comunica con otro hombre sino cuando el uno escribe en su soledad y el otro lo lee en la suya. Las conversaciones son o diversión, o estafa, o esgrima.

Quand on veut plaire dans le monde, il faut se résoudre à se laisser apprendre beaucoup de choses qu'on sait par des gens qui les ignorent.

Philosophy is not a spectator sport.

Humans cannot communicate; not even their brains can communicate; not even their conscious minds can communicate. Only communication can communicate.

Menschen können nicht kommunizieren, nicht einmal ihre Gehirne können kommunizieren, nicht einmal das Bewußtsein kann kommunizieren. Nur die Kommunikation kann kommunizieren.

Communication is improbable.

Only communication can communicate

Really it tires one to hear you. How come you always to be so cheerful?" "And how come YOU always to be so gloomy?" retorted the host. "How, you ask? Simply because I am so.

Solokha nodded to everyone, and everyone thought she was nodding to him alone.

people can say all kinds of things without ever opening their mouths...