Quotes About Conversation

By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself.

Wrong theory," Augustus said. "Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

figure the reason you don't have much to say is you probably never met a man who liked to hear a woman talk.

Well, I got to admit I still like a fight," Augustus said. "They sharpen the wits. The only other thing that does that is talking to women, which is usually more dangerous.

The other men were easy to talk to, but they didn't know anything. If one stopped to think about it, it was depressing how little most men learned in their lifetimes.

My main skills are talking and cooking biscuits," Augustus said. "And getting drunk on the porch.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

Everyone who came to see him asked questions that were either stupid or impertinent. Better to see no one than to see fools.

That's one of the only things I look forward to about an evening like this, you know -someone to drink tea with at the end of it. For all I know, the whole point of civilization is to provide one with someone to drink tea with at the end of an evening. Otherwise you have no one with whom to talk over whatever may have happened during the evening. Dinner parties are often more fun to talk about than they are to attend - at least they aren't complete until they've been discussed.

He doesn't talk much, though, she added. I don't care whether he talks or not, Lorena said. I wouldn't marry a man just for conversation. I'd rather read and having to know how than listen to some man talk.

My main skills are talking and cooking biscuits," Augustus said. "And getting drunk on the porch. I've probably slipped a little on the biscuits in the last few days, and I've lost the porch, but I can still talk with the best of them.

was necessary to ignore most of those Gus made or else you got bogged down in useless conversation.

Most of the talk of human beings was silly talk, talk that was of less weight than a man's breath.

it seemed he had to be talking every waking minute as a means of holding his own fears in balance.

In that respect, Gus was unusual, for most men didn't talk. He would blab right up until he shoved his old carrot in, and then would be blabbing again, before it was even dry.

I've heard of you, McCrae. But I didn't know you was so old." "Oh, I wasn't till lately," Augustus said.

Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.

Of course Gus was a great blabber, but his blabbing wasn't really like the chattering the other sports did. He was just full of opinion, which he freely poured out, as much for his own amusement as for anything.

I wish you'd stop talking about your own death, Gus said, in a joking tone. It ain't genteel.

Så rusla vi hjemover. Snakka om alt vi skulle gjøre. Om The Snafus. Om hvor berømte vi skulle bli. Om sommeren, enda vinteren bare såvidt hadde begynt, om alle somrene i våre liv. Vi snakka om når vi skulle begynne på gymnaset og om når vi blei ferdige med skolen for godt. Vi blei svære i kjeften og vakre fugler fløy ut av ansiktene våre. Vi tok framtida på forskudd og den så sabla bra ut.

Just awful," said Theodosia. Drayton faced Theodosia with sad eyes. "I agree. A gentleman should never resort to name-calling." "I meant the condos," Theodosia replied.

weekend ritual to sit on the bench together, drinking our morning coffee.

It appeared that the two of them had forgotten the most elementary rules of good manners, which tell us that at a social gathering one does not bring up the subject of personalities, sad topics or unfortunate facts, religion, or politics.

Please, Pa, can I ask just one more question?" "May I," said Ma. Laura began again. "Pa, please, may I--" "What is it?" Pa asked. It was not polite for little girls to interrupt, but of course Pa could do it.