Quotes About Conversation

This, I've discovered, is the best way to waste time, because it isn't really wasted - surrounded by friends, talking crap and sometimes talking for real, with snacks around and something on a screen -A

He hates surface talk. He wants to dive right through it. With anyone. Because anyone he talks to seems to have something worthwhile to say.

Where did you go? Around. The weather was good? Yeah. It didn't rain? Nope. That's good. Yeah. Talking like this is like throwing small, round stones __ nothing can be built from them, except perhaps the cairn of a lost conversation.

curl into each other like apostrophes within a quotation mark as they talk. I realize that two years is not a long time.

Sinto uma ternura por essas conversas noturnas e vulneráveis, pelo modo com que as palavras assumem uma forma diferente no ar quando não há luz no quarto. Penso nas raras noites de sorte quando terminei o dia na casa de um amigo ou dividindo o quarto com um irmão ou amigo o qual gostava de verdade. Essas conversas me faziam acreditar que eu podia dizer qualquer coisa, mesmo quando estava escondendo tanto

David (David Foster Wallace) had a caffeine social gift: Her was charmingly, vividly, overwhelmingly awake - he acted on other people like a slug of coffee - so they're the five most sleepless days I every spent with anyone.

What?' he said. I'm sure he heard me perfectly well, but like most deaf people he's got in the habit of saying 'what?' automatically to every conversational gambit - I notice myself doing it sometimes.

What you're reading here is basically a person having a conversation with his own biography.

Men's banter, when it does not center on sports or work, often revolves around the appearance and sexual availability of women in their social circles.

Father, the boy repeats. --- You're not going to kill me, are you? --- Of course not.

When you leave the theater wanting to discuss the play, that's a good play. When you leave the theater wanting to discuss your life and the world, that's art

technological breakthroughs, such as the Internet, have made international communications not just possible but commonplace. However, for most Americans, these international conversations are viable only if the other side speaks English. In this new international era, Americans find themselves locked in a monolingual society. How strange that, instead of viewing those who speak other languages as welcome assets to our nation, some seem eager to erase linguistic diversity.

The logic underlying the truism that one should always travel on a plane with a book is also precisely why bed-and-breakfast culture is to be avoided if at all possible. Namely, you might have to talk to someone.

Six months earlier, my ice breaker concerned a stripper who became a quadriplegic and eventually had her vagina eaten away by bedsores, not the easiest thing to wrangle into a conversation. But if I could pull that off, I figured that a burning mouse should pose no problem.

Another thing I love about the beach is sitting in the sun, mainly for the lazy kind of talk it generates. A person can say anything with lotion on, and I'm more than willing to listen.

It was one of those situations I often find myself in while traveling. Something's said by a stranger I've been randomly thrown into contact with, and I want to say, Listen. I'm with you on most of this, but before we continue, I need to know who you voted for in the last election.

You're not going to throw this away, are you?" she says, and she'll be talking about the grains of rice in the bottom of the salt shaker. "No, Mrs. Peacock, by all means, you take them. They'll come in handy when your son gets out of prison and marries your niece.

Back in New York I took full advantage of my status as a native speaker. I ran my mouth to shop clerks and listened in on private conversations, realising I'd gone an entire month without hearing anyone complaint that they were "stressed out".

Did you just tell that lady you're a doctor?" Amy would ask. "A little," I'd say.

I didn't need a fifteen-minute conversation, just some human interaction. It can be had, and easily: a gesture, a joke, something that says, "I live in this world too." I think of it as a switch that turns someone from a profession to a person, and it works both ways. "I'm not just a vehicle for my wallet!" I sometimes want to scream.

Occasionally I'd tune in to a music station, but I always preferred the sound of people talking, even if the subject was something I didn't care about

them. "You said it was how big?

That was effortless, the topics springing from nowhere, and we'd move from one to the next in a way that made me think of a monkey gracefully swinging through the branches of a tree.

Every time I see him could be the last, and the pressure I feel to make our conversation meaningful paralyzes me.