Quotes About Conversation

Of my ancestry I know almost nothing. In the slave quarters, and even later, I heard whispered conversations among the coloured people of the tortures which the slaves, including, no doubt, my ancestors on my mother's side, suffered in the middle passage of the slave ship while being conveyed from Africa to America.

I agree with my Uncle Sydney, as I once heard him say he did not care to read a book or go to a play about people he would not care to meet at his own dinner table.

I love the fact that we, as black people, carry our faith with us. We share it and embrace it and love it and talk about it because we talk about everything else and why not that and that was the first impression that I had that really touched me.

Ndumbe stares at me. Before answering, he wants to know if I woke up on the right side of the bed. Of course, he's going to lie, but he doesn't want to tell the wrong lie. That's his forte.

Fritz Perls actually made three technical distinctions for poisonous assignment of value: chickenshit, bullshit, and elephant shit. Chickenshit is a normal greeting that doesn't mean what it says, as in "Hello, how are you?" "I'm fine, how are you?" Bullshit is normal conversation in which people are simply whiling away the time with meaningless abstractions and generalizations. Elephant shit is any discussion of Gestalt theory or of Radical Honesty.

But you know what's interesting, Ray?" "No, Fester, why don't you tell me what's interesting?

I hadn't spoken to Rick in nine years." "Nine years," I repeated. "That would be right around the time we met." She looked at me. "Don't be dazzled by my mathematical prowess," I said. "Math is one of my hidden talents. I try not to brag.

Both boys giggled at that one. Then growing more somber, Blakely said, "But man oh man, what a total Babe Lair." "Love Nest." "Herpes Haven." "Penile Palace." "Beaver Trap." Myron tried not to sigh. It was like hanging out with a really annoying thesaurus. He turned to Win and asked what the plan was. "Follow

Hey, Krinsky," Myron said. Krinsky barely nodded. Mr. Loquacious. Myron

Everyone talked with Brenda. They wanted to hear about the new women's league, but they were far more impressed when they heard Brenda was going to be a doctor. Dad even let Brenda take over the grill for a while, a move for Dad tantamount to donating a kidney.

Loren held up her identification. "I'm Investigator Loren Muse from the Essex County prosecutor's office. I'd like a moment of your time." Marsha Hunter blinked, confused. "What's this about?" Loren tried a disarming smile. "Could I come in a moment?" "Oh, yes. Of course." She

They picked up their drinks and found a table near the window. "Run it through for me," he said. "Run what?" "Go back. You picked up the pictures. Josh handed them to you. Did you look at them right away?" Grace's eyes went up and to the right. She tried to remember the details. "No.

known what she'd say. "What sort of carpet?" "Orange shag. That's where Mercer fell

Could you move a little closer?" She smiled. "I think not." "I showered." She ignored the remark. "I understand that you occasionally do some investigative work," Susan Lex said. Myron did not reply. "Is that correct?" "Depends on what you mean by investigative work." "I'll take that as a yes," Susan Lex said. Myron gave her a suit-yourself shrug.

When Myron got settled again, Esperanza said, "I want to talk to you about something." "Shoot." "It's about my graduating law school." "Okay," Myron said, dragging out the word.

Win's phone rang. He picked it up and said, "Articulate. Okay, put it through." Two seconds later he handed the phone to Myron. "For me?" Myron asked. Win gave him flat eyes. "No," he said. "I'm handing you the phone because it's too heavy for me." Everyone

Shauna ordered one too. "So you broke up with what's-her-name," she said. "Brandy." "Right. Nice name, by the way. She have a sister named Whiskey?

I told her about the photograph, the butterfly emblem, and the light in the basement. When I finished, Ema said, "Whoa." "You say that a lot." "What?" " 'Whoa,'" I said. "Actually, I don't. But hanging around you, well, it seems awfully apropos." I

I can't believe you still do this," Myron said. "Are we moralizing again?" Win asked with a smile. "How nice for us." "Let me ask you something." "Oh, please do." "Something I always wanted to know." "My ears are all atwitter." "Putting aside my repugnancy for a moment—" "Not on my account," Win said. "I so enjoy when you're superior.

Welcome to my humble abode," he said. He offered her a drink. She passed. He had laid out finger sandwiches. Wendy took one just to be polite. The finger sandwich was awful enough to make her wonder whether the moniker was also an ingredient list. Cherston was already jabbering on about his classmates. "We

We talked across each other, our conversation at right angles, only meeting in the intersections of silence at story's end.

Gespräche behagten ihm ebenso wenig wie das Leben.

At an official reception, or dinner party, the real purpose of the event is to socialize, to talk with the other guests and participants—eating and drinking is secondary.

Petey: It was good, eh? [Pause.] Meg: I was the belle of the ball. Petey: Were you? Meg: Oh yes. They all said I was. Petey: I bet you were, too. Meg: Oh, it's true. I was. [Pause.] I know I was. [Curtain]