Quotes About Conversation

Mary was always surprised at how terse men could be. She needed fifteen minutes to say hello. Plus hugging time.

If I stopped talking after I made my point, I'd never say anything.

me. Jesus, it's all over the news, right?" Bennie

Hannah was out of earshot, then turned to Caitlin.

her gratitude didn't show. "Well, here's what I did yesterday, from noon

honey. Maeve and I use it all the time." "For what?" "Tea.

If I stopped talking after I made my point, I'd never say anything.

It's rare that someone doesn't have a device clutched in his hand, isn't staring at a screen all the time, relationships scrolling out in bubbles, text disembodied from voice and body, language pared down to barest meaning and, so, far less meaningful than actual conversation. How did we let them do it, separate us from each other while making us seem more connected than ever? How did we let them strip voice and touch and tone from our interactions?

She could push inside or walk away. She could force a conversation, which might turn into a fight. Or just let him come to her when he was ready. She hesitated a moment, conflicted. Then she opted for the latter, moving quietly down the stairs, feeling that strange loneliness again. Uselessness, she thought, was the permanent condition of parenthood.

All talk and discussion about God (theo-logy means god-talk) is really an exercise in human self-understanding.

There was never any comfortable way to mention or discuss one's successes without breaking the rule against bragging, even if one didn't mean to.

this talk will be a private one with Jonas.

eating together as always: Lily chattering away, Mother and Father making their customary

looked at her. She was so lovely. For a fleeting instant he thought he would like nothing better than to ride peacefully along the river path, laughing and talking with his gentle female friend.

And this was your friend? Cordelia raised her eyebrows. Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

But have you ever overheard two women discussing men? Men are crude liars, comparing their drabs, but women - I'd rather have [an] anatomist dissect me alive than to listen to the things the ladies say about us when they think they are alone.

With an air of confession, Jin lowered his voice. Eggs come out of chickens' butts, you know.

Talking to the gods had been a much more comfortable proposition when there had seemed no danger of Their talking back.

Oh, what did she finally decide on? asked the pilot. At one point she told me she was thinking of sending the bride a barbed-wire choke chain for Miles, but was afraid it might be misinterpreted. No

What do you most want for your birthday picnic, Admiral?" Taken by surprise, he answered honestly: "No casualties.

And . . . it would be a real relief for me to have someone along I can talk to freely." Her smile tilted a little at this. "Talk, or vent?" "I—hem!—suspect this one is going to entail quite a lot of venting, yes. D'you think you can stand it?

They circulated, exchanging greetings, making courtesies. Why can't these people wear nametags? Cordelia thought hopelessly. As usual, everyone but her seemed to know everyone else. She pictured herself opening a conversation: Hey you, Vor-guy—. She clutched Aral more firmly, and tried to look mysterious and exotic rather than tongue-tied and mislaid. They

The days were a gray fog. Faces, familiar and unfamiliar, badgered him for directions, to which his reply was an invariable, laconic, "Suit yourself." Elena would not talk to him at all. He was stirred to fear she was finding comfort in Baz's arms. He watched her covertly, anxious. But she seemed not to be finding comfort anywhere. After

I was just a little taken aback. That—that wasn't the proposition I was expecting, is all. Excuse me. I fear I am become incurably low-minded." "You can't help that, I'm sure," Ethan said tolerantly. "Being female, and all that." She