God gave humans language so they could conceal their thoughts from one another.
Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .
... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.
Speech is civilization itself.
... talk, not sex, constitutes most of the intercourse between a man and his wife.
...every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.
When someone asks you, A penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to you to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
I grew up in an atmosphere where words were an integral part of culture.
I just think people overvalue argument because they like to hear themselves talk.
Man has long found solace in good talk to offset bad conduct.
The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.
To any man currently thinking it's not safe to say anything to women these days, allow me to offer you a rule of thumb. If you're in any doubt about something you're going to say to a woman, just ask yourself if you'd say the same thing to a man.
What is that we human beings ultimately depend on? We depend on our words. We are suspended in language. Our task is to communicate experience and ideas to others.
Shut up,' he explained.
When you're alive and everything is going fine, why talk about things? Talking's for later, when talking's all there is that's left.
When I have to take phone calls, I start to sweat and panic. Being on the phone is so weird - hearing a voice without seeing the face so you can't really know the intention behind the voice.
People don't like silence, so they'll keep talking to fill the void.
In six pages, I can't even say "Hello.
How Donald Trump has come so far with so few words - how he even managed to keep up conversationally with all those beauty queens - is a question I don't expect ever to be solved.
Don't hoo, hoo, hoo me. There's a fine line between hoo, hoo, hoo and hiel, hiel, hiel.
The one seeks a midwife to deliver his thoughts, the other, someone to assist: thus a good conversation comes into being.
Mankind's greatest achievements have come about by talking and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn’t have to be like this.
One has to grow up with good talk in order to form the habit of it.
For me, speaking is work. It's not like when you breathe.
