conversation

Hey, ... my name is DeYtH Banger, (So far thanks for reading this it's pretty interesting coversation... isn't it?).

Brock sighed. __lright then, Spunky. I was thinking about life, I guess._ Spunky grunted. __n other words, you were thinking about a woman._ __ didn't say that__ __o._ Spunky grinned knowingly. __ut your face did.

I know my rights.""And I know you're wrong.

I see the pain of miserly love in young people,' I say. 'You don't have that kind of melancholy on your face. But I'm careful not to step on your feet when I speak with you. It's not like dancing. It's like a stone walkway with a little grass between the cracks. It's strong but I will try to tread carefully and not ruin it. In Muslim homes you leave your shoes outside. This is how I behave with you.

Why is it women can never let a man have any fun, they just want to fuss about something._ __hey__e practical_ Austin said, shaking off some of the water droplets from his hair. __e live in the moment and they think about what__ coming. If they didn__ keep us in check, we__ fuck up the planet_.

Four days, eight days, twelve days passed, and he was invited to teas, to suppers, to lunches. They sat talking through the long green afternoons - they talked of art, of literature, of life, of society and politics. They ate ice creams and squabs and drank good wines.

Even his conversation was, as it were, a spoken part.

I didn't intend to go in that direction but strange things happen when the lights go out.

Stephen Tennant is the most sparkling talker who ever comes to my house, and perhaps the most amusing. He dances like the will-o'-the-wisp where other people stick in the mud. Though his really kindred spirits are the most exotic people he can find, he also greatly enjoys a talk with some extremely commonplace person, when he pretends that he thinks they mean something which they never thought of in their lives. He can be by turns poetic, malicious, and nonsensical. His talk is very pictorial and he handles words as if they were pait on a brush. When Stephen is alone with one friend he is often drawn to speak of very grave and profound subjects, and then he becomes unhappy, for he is never sure about what he loves and believes in, and would like to love and believe in so much.

At some point in my early forties I realized that my primary goal in just about any verbal exchange is to lighten the mood.

Can I get your cell phone number so we can text like normal antisocial human beings, since we are both too fucked up to have a conversation?

It's all right to hold a conversation, but you should let go of it now and then.

Talking with three people deeply is better than talking with thirty people superficially.

Durkon: You're only saying that because you don't want the world t

Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.

No one likes sarcasm, Miss Cain. I__e merely delayed my exit to promise you something. You took my straight razor, li__ darlin_. That I view as an unforgivable offense. So when the time comes, when you have served your purpose, I swear to you I__ gonna kill you for free._ And with that, Billy-Ray Sanguine disappeared into the ground. Then he popped his head back up. __r at least half price._ And he was gone again.

We humans always seem to take a manipulative posture. No matter what the particulars of the situation, or the subject matter, we prepare ourselves to say whatever we want in order to prevail in the conversation. Each of us seeks to find some way to control and thus to remain on top in the encounter. If we are successful, or our viewpoint prevails, then rather than feel weak, we receive a psychological boost.

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.