Romesh Gunesekera Quotes

Language is a nice way to remember things.

Communication is at the very core of our society. That's what makes us human.

Any friendship or relationship is about a language.

Man can no more think without words than see without light.

We are shaped by our conversations.

We are born into a box of time and space. We use words and communication to break out of it and to reach out to others.

Good dialogue is very important.

Language cares.

Understanding is nothing else than conception caused by speech.

I see people in terms of dialogue and I believe that people are their talk.

They say great themes make great novels. but what these young writers don't understand is that there is no greater theme than men and women.

If you haven't read you don't have the voice. The lack of voice eliminates experience.

Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Language is memory and metaphor.

Language is a window into human nature, but it is also a fistula, an open wound through which we're exposed to an infectious world.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

All we need to do, reader or writer, from first line to final page, is be as open as a book, and be alive to the life in language - on all its levels.

Communication is important.

Thought is made in the mouth.

You see young people, or kids, and they're fascinated by the way people talk. And that's great. But eventually you get to the point where you think, 'You know what? I don't care how you talk, I'm just listening to what you're saying.'

There's something magical about the idea that you can write something down and someone else can read it. I'm still mildly agog about that.

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.