Unspoken Connections Quotes

If you go into an underground train in London - probably anywhere, but chiefly in London - there's that sense of almost entering a ghostly dimension. People are very still and quiet; they don't exchange many pleasantries.

I like to keep my personal life private. I did read one of those stories, and it made it seem like just because I don't go out and I'm not the subject of tabloid photography, I've never had a relationship in my life, like if a relationship isn't documented by a picture, it doesn't exist. I don't want to talk about it.

The people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping...something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene.

Some things we must pass over in silence.

Assumptions are the termites of relationships.

I have no stories to sell. A lot of my relationships are with civilians, and no one wants to hear about those.

It's a very sweet and often problematic situation where people feel like they know me and they're concerned for me. It creates these strange little intimate moments.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldn’t help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth. I noticed them all: the ones who’d lost their way, the ones who’d lived their lives in ashes, the ones who had to prove themselves, the ones who, like me, had lost the ability to feel.

I was once sitting on a tube, and someone was playing my song so loudly through their ear phones next to me. I just stayed silent and chuckled to myself.

I always pined for the guys who didn't know I existed. Looking back now, the friendships are what mattered. My best friend is still a girl I met in junior high.

I think that we are all much closer to our childhood selves than we often think, so when we read about childhood, it can surprise us how immediate or moving it is, when perhaps those feelings are just there, waiting to be accessed all the time.

My father was hard to know and gave little indication that there was much to know. He claimed he remembered almost nothing about his childhood.

I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.

I can't consciously explain how people feel after reading my books. All is too personal.

Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.

I have the feeling that all stories travel with an understory.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

I've seen plays that are, objectively, total messes that move me in ways that their tidier brethren do not. That's the romantic mystery of great theater. Translating this ineffability into printable prose is a challenge that can never be fully met.

I write in that space between Ella's childhood and mine. I know it all sounds a bit sinister.

Khamoshiyan' is emotional like 'Raaz.'

My tendencies are much more the Henry James thing, where we sit in silence at the table for three minutes, and our whole lives are changed because of a revelation that never quite happens but almost bubbles to the surface.

The sentimentality that people see and hear in my commentary and sometimes ridicule, parody or just don't like - that's okay. We're all wired differently. I think about that a lot. I can't explain it. That's just what runs through my blood. It's just the way I look at the world.

You have no idea of the people I didn't marry.