Quotes About Conversation

Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime." "I'd like that. Only next time without the gun." "One of those old-fashioned girls, huh?" I said.

Let me tell you something, Morty. When I come into a place and don't say a thing except, 'Let's talk,' and the first thing I hear is 'I didn't do it,' it makes me think that the person I'm talking to must have done something. You know what I'm saying?

You're unconscious, moron," my double said to me. "We can finally talk to one another.

Murphy appeared again as soon as I hung up the phone. 'Tell me you didn't just make a date, Dresden.' 'You're just jealous.

Evangelism is not a monologue, but a dialogue.

Cara: *Flies* Gen: What? I don't have wings! Cara: Ofcourse not! You're a boy.

There is a common superstition that "self-respect" is a kind of charm against snakes, something that keeps those who have it locked in some unblighted Eden, out of strange beds, ambivalent conversations, and trouble in general. It does not at all. It has nothing to do with the face of things, but concerns instead a separate peace, a private reconciliation.

Maria would say that they were not her friends, but Maria has never understood friendship, conversation, the normal amenities of social exchange. Maria has difficulty talking to people with whom she is not sleeping. I go to the Wilshire or the Beverly Hills, I say. I read the trades, I like to be alone at breakfast. In fact he doesn't always get breakfast out, Maria says, very low, to no one in particular. In fact the last time he got breakfast out was on April 17.

I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company.

I never learned the answer, nor did the answer matter, for one of the eerie and liberating aspects of broadcast discourse is that nothing one says will alter in the slightest either the form or the length of the conversation.

Obviously, I had talked too much, recounted too long a list. By that gauge, the years since puberty were peaks and valleys and stretches of incoherent landscape.

Nobody talked as much as Kiki did about the possibility of fairness.

Had she not interrupted, EveLynn would have detailed every blasted piece of fabric in her possession. Unfortunately, she gets stuck on a track that derails her and won't allow her to roll to a halt.

They reminded me of the cartoon I'd seen where one earthworm says to the other at a party, "Don't look now but Harry's been flirting with the wrong end of Sylvia for the last fifteen minutes.

Conversation over coffee tended to be candid and invited confidences.

You're talking to me." "Yes

There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

I imagine how cool it would be if all small talk wasn't lies.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

Grief, it turns out, is a lot like a one-sided video conversation on an iPad. It's the call with no response, the echo of affection, the shadow cast by love.

True confession: The reason we don't talk about race is because we do not speak a common language.

You keep distracting me," I tell her. "All I'm doing is sitting here talking to you!" "Exactly," I say, and I smile at her.j

Edward: Wait--you were trying to hit on me? Susan: Damn straight. Edward: The thing is, I'm not. Straight, I mean.