Quotes About Conversation

To be honest with you, there's nothing that bores me more than sitting around with a bunch of actors talking shop. I love actors and I've got friends that are actors. They're interesting people. But for some reason, usually when it comes round to talking shop, there's a part of me that doesn't like it.

To be honest, I hate silence.

Players shy away from talking to announcers today.

You can never make an assumption about the conversation you are about to have with somebody. People will always surprise you, which is what keeps you on your toes.

What do women do when they get together? We sit around and talk! Men, not so much. My theory is that this difference is genetic and dates back to the hunter-gatherer societies, when the men had to be quiet as they hunted, lest they scare away the bison and then everyone starved to death and it was all their fault.

That's the thing with dementia. If you're with somebody who has a serious illness, you can usually talk to them, have a laugh every now and then - the person is still with you. With dementia, there's no conversation; there's no togetherness, no sharing.

Like a stone tossed into a flock of birds, talk startled swiftly into flight whenever the new postmaster was mentioned.

You will be interested to hear, Hilary, that it [the drug] had a most remarkable effect — even on Selena after a very modest quantity. She cast off all conventional restraints and devoted herself without shame to the pleasure of the moment." I asked for particulars of this uncharacteristic conduct. "She took from her handbag a paperback edition of Pride and Prejudice and sat on the sofa reading it, declining all offers of conversation.

I would think it odd, he said, that he had never married. I did not, in fact, think it at all odd--the statistical chances against any woman being prepared to endure both the hairiness of his legs and the tedium of his conversation seemed to be negligible. I did not express this view, but said sympathetically that the military life must be difficult to combine with the domestic.

That is a wonderful state of affairs for kleptocrats. Waving a red or blue flag, they hold on to camps of ardent loyalists while betraying them to serve the network instead. Most Americans disapprove of policies that benefit the superrich at everyone else's expense. Both parties pursue such policies. We find reasons to vote our colors anyway, or opt out of the conversation.

I don't believe in e-mail. I'm an old-fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up.

It is equally important to listen as it is to speak.

It's interesting to watch my friend speak carefully about what he thinks I'll find interesting.

Dad? Um, listen. I have kind of a crazy story for you....

He'd learned the key thing about any serious conversation with Felix, which was that you couldn't let him distract you.

It rattled me. Not just the look or the question-although those were bad enough-but the realization that he'd simply taken a shortcut through the conversation I'd anticipated having and reached the finish line ahead of me. I'd known he was much smarter than he seemed, but I hadn't appreciated before how quick he was, that his mind was not in any way hobbled by the scar that slowed and distorted his speech. It was so terribly easy to forget that.

Hayley—I owe you an apology.' He tried to redeem himself. 'Can we start this conversation again?' 'I don't think so. It was bad enough the first time.

Of course she told me voluntarily." Harriet lifted her eyebrows. "Or maybe you think I tied her to the sofa and tortured her with Earl Grey tea?

Being furnished not only with a subject of conversation, but with a safe refuge in the kitchen in case of incompatibility, Mrs. Fosdick and I sat down, prepared to make the best of each other.

It does seem so pleasant to talk with an old acquaintance that knows what you know. I see so many of these new folks nowadays, that seem to have neither past nor future. Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

Wow," said Henry. "Awesome. And I'll help you with you know who ." "Who?" Justin said again "Talking about Dr. Who , J. You know how we nerds love our Who ." " Who? How did you two get on Who ? We were talking about the play.

But when I am around strangers, I turn into a conversational Mount St. Helens. I'm dormant, dormant, quiet, quiet, old-guy loners build log cabins on the slopes of my silence and then, boom, it's 1980. Once I erupt, they'll be wiping my verbal ashes off their windshields as far away as North Dakota.

I would go down to the kitchen, saying 'How do you do?' to whoever I met there: ...'How are you, Mrs. Cakebread?' (That was the cook: that really was her name, it wasn't a joke and no-one laughed it it.)

Funny how hard it is to keep talking, when someone asks you to start and not stop.