You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

Nothing changes until people decide to do the things they must, in order to bring about peace.

When Internet parlance finds its way into our accepted vocabulary, it becomes a cliché.

Communications tools don't get socially interesting until they get technologically boring.

Argument need not be heated; it can be punctuated with courteous smiles - or sympathetic tears.

The thing about language is that once you start getting analytical about it, you can't stop.

Choose your words meticulously and then let them rumble up from some deep furnace of conviction.

I'm watching you, big boy, my eyes say, but his are closed so it's an optical monologue.

She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

I tried telling him without telling him, through body language, and I observed he was unobservant.

When a man plays with your heart it is for one of two reasons: He knows he can or he is undecided.

[T]he category of 'consumer' is now a temporary behavior rather than a permanent identity.

He was a man with a chest, and he wanted to give thoughtful expression to the passion of his heart.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.