Quotes About Conversation

Keep talking, and you'll eventually sound like a complete idiot instead of just a half-wit.

Qué hay de tu secuestro? —preguntó Menion mientras se vestía, mirando la esbelta silueta de la muchacha al otro lado de la habitación—. ¿Tienes idea de por qué querrían secuestrarte los norteños, prescindiendo de tu belleza? Sonrió con picardía. Aunque no podía ver su rostro, estaba seguro de que se habría ruborizado. Ella permaneció en silencio durante un rato antes de hablar.

The man stuck his head around the woman. "My name's Richard. What's yours?" She liked his eyes. "Rachel." "Rachel. That's a pretty name. But I have to tell you, Rachel, you have the ugliest hair I've ever seen." "Richard!" the woman squawked. "How could you say such a thing!" "Well, it's true. Who cut it all crooked like that, Rachel, some old witch?" Rachel giggled.

My name is immaterial,' she said. That's a pretty name,' said Rincewind.

Bursar? Yes, Archchancellor? You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you? Me? No, Archchancellor. Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.

After all, when you seek advice from someone it's certainly not because you want them to give it. You just want them to be there while you talk to yourself.

Sometimes thinking is like talking to another person, but that person is also you.

Far more beguiling than the idea that evil can be destroyed by throwing a piece of expensive jewelry into a volcano is the possibility that evil can be defused by talking. The fantasy of justice is more interesting than the fantasy of fairies, and more truly fantastic.

If you invited a hedge wizard to a party, he would spend half the evening talking to your potted plant. And he would spend the other half listening.

It was one of those problematic occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, Well, isn't this nice.

The conversation of human beings seldom interested him, but it crossed his mind that the males and females always got along best when neither actually listened fully to what the other one was saying.

The role of listeners has never been fully appreciated. However, it is well known that most people don't listen. They use the time when someone else is speaking to think of what they're going to say next. True Listeners have always been revered among oral cultures, and prized for their rarity value; bards and poets are ten a cow, but a good Listener is hard to find, or at least hard to find twice.

How do you spell 'contravention'? said Carrot, turning over a page. I don't, said Nobby, pushing through the crowds.

Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice.

For example, it is said that someone at a party once asked the famous philosopher Ly Tin Weedle "Why are you here?" and the reply took three years.

Tiffany opened her mouth to reply before she had any idea what she was going to say, but that is not unusual among human beings.

Conversation is the vehicle for change. We test our ideas. We hear our own voice in a concert with another. And inside those pauses of listening, we approach new territories of thought. A good argument, call it a discussion, frees us. Words fly out of our mouths like threatened birds. Once released, they may never return. If they do, they have chosen home and the bird-worms are calmed into an ars poetica.

Nadine did a lot of listening. It was the men who seemed to do all the talking.

Cum mulieribus non est disputandum, as Cicero says.

asked Carrie, surprised at her experience. Lots of them, said the girl; haven't you? This is my first experience. Oh, is it? I thought I saw you the time they ran 'The Queen's Mate' here. No, said Carrie, shaking her head; not me. This conversation was interrupted by the blare of the orchestra and the sputtering of the calcium lights in the wings as the line was called to form for a new entrance. No further opportunity for conversation occurred, but the next evening

I was hanging out with Jonathan Richman last night.

It is a depressing business talking to journalist.

Since I'm not a journalist, I talk about issues that encourage an interchange of ideas through conversation while also being entertaining.

I'm a journalist; I love doing interviews, and I hope that will continue.