Quotes About Interaction

Oh, god," I said. "Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?" --Sadie to Zia

And flash him!" Annabeth's face reddened. "That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.

Sam's body language looked pretty stiff. I was too far away to hear, but I imagined her conversation with Alex was something like: Sam: Awkward. Alex: Awkward, awkward. Sam (nodding): Awkward, awkward, awkward.

Frank gave Leo a confused smile- like he couldn't decide whether to gloat or to thank Leo for being a doofus- but he cheerfully let Hazel drag him along.

I kind of liked that, actually. You couldn't multitask while talking to him. The dialogue required one hundred percent focus. If all conversations were like that, I imagined people wouldn't say so much stupid garbage.

Hello George. Hey Martha (Percy) Did you bring us a rat? (George) George, stop it!He's busy! (Martha) Too busy for rats? That's just sad. (George)

It seemed strange, the Muslim Maghrib prayer aboard a Viking ship full of atheists and pagans. Then again, Samirah's ancestors had been dealing with Vikings since the Middle Ages. I doubted this was the first time prayers to Allah had been said aboard a longship. The world, the worlds , were a lot more interesting because of constant intermixing.

We watched Alex walking away. What just happened? I asked him. There are no words for it in sign language, he said.

You are never persuasive when you're abrasive.

This is Martin Canning, Neil. He's written a wonderful book." "Fantastic," Neil Winters said, shaking Martin's hand. His hand was damp and soft and made Martin think of something dead you might pick up on the beach. "The first of many, I

People who live on their own do tend to witter. We live without restraint, verbal at any rate.' Nigel

now Viola could see the value of sounding chirpy even when you didn't feel like it. You were more likely to get what you wanted, for one thing.

Better he learns now that if you mess with people, you might get messed with in return.

Why do you ask me questions to which you already know the answer? She tapped me on the arm with her painted fan. To annoy you, dearest.

Proceed cautiously with people who can no longer be bowled over by wonder.

The name's Giddiopeus." "I'm Trotteus

The book, Anna Karenina, is] a mirror held up to the real, grimy, quotidian interactions of married life, of which romance is little more than a passing mood: marriage, that slippery social contract that, if it works at all, depends more on indulgent disconnection than on some kind of sacred accord.

Leave a silence alone, no matter how awkward it felt. Invariably the other person filled it, often with something unexpected.

One of the young men she had just met had obviously paid for her ride. Her face was red when he came down the aisle. "I guess," he said, grinning, "if I pay your fare I can sit by you.

All right, all right," he said, with that gesture I'd come to hate: two open palms facing me and patting the air, as if pushing me away, pushing me down, pushing any tears I might be preparing to cry back into their ducts.

Life is for participating, not for spectating.

that's what he said.

Language gets learned in the context of interaction—in the context of eating and playing and asking for the names of things, not passively looking at a computer monitor. And that's

No, I pay the newsagent. And for someone so pernickety about whose business is whose, you're asking a lot of very personal questions.