Quotes About Conversation

You want to change someone's mind? Start with their ears.

if I did. Bear's not exactly a good listener. "Uh-huh," he said.

up the envelope flap. She finally hung up

I'd like to talk to him, too. Name is Sid

Jacobi called Lindsay on his Nextel.

initiated. All right, tell me what happened. Talk to me.

you niggers, is when you set in to tryin' to think," said Leander Purneau. He spoke in a friendly, jokey

Luna said, "Sometimes I

I talked some more, let my tongue wag, let my mind run free, and it felt pretty good. It's a wonderful thing to have somebody in your life whom you can say absolutely anything to. Not to have that is almost unthinkable to me.

Ms. D. through the front door and up to the main office, where the interview

Can Total, um, talk?" "Uh-huh," Angel said casually, squeezing water out of her hair. I stared at her. "He talks. Total talks, and you didn't tell me?" "Well…" Angel looked for him, saw he was pretty far away, and lowered her voice. "Don't tell him I said this, but he's actually not that interesting.

Judging by how fast she talks and how

He punched in Acadia's number. When it went to voice mail, he said

Joe and a woman talking, and Julie was piping

Uh, that wasn't French, Rhonda.

fact, the two of them were having a great old time talking about cheeseburgers

Man is an unhappy animal and one that can talk. If he was not unhappy, he would have nothing to talk about. But if he had nothing to talk about, he would be unhappy.

We had this thing at Stanford called the 'Campus Loop,' and then we had another run called 'The Dish,' and you'd run up to this giant satellite dish, which was probably extremely unhealthy. I would do those two runs, and I just found it so therapeutic. My girlfriends and I would have these great conversations about guys and school and life.

Actual human discourse happens within a number of contexts, not in some sort of unified public forum.

It's amazing how I can just ramble on for hours, isn't it? And so unentertaining or uninteresting. But I can ramble on for hours. It's a sort of terrible gift, isn't it?

I can hardly tell you how boring it is to interview almost every politician among the multitudes I have ever interviewed (journalists can't say this, because if people knew how boring politicians were they wouldn't read what we write), how dead the conversation feels, how bald, flat, uninteresting the message is.

My own kids were with me in Berlin when Germany was reunited, and they were with me in Moscow when the Soviet Union collapsed. We talked about these things at the dinner table, at their schools, with their friends.

We are a unique ape. We have language. Other animals have systems of communication that fall far short of that. They don't have the same ability to communicate complicated conditionals and what-ifs and talk about things that are not present.

I think others may look at the uniqueness of my candidacy, the fact that I'm an African-American, conservative tea party Republican, and somehow race injects itself into the conversation.