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I really am opinionated, but not for long. I have found myself coming off of what I think of something because the guy I’m talking to makes better sense than I am. I have so many points of view, I can’t keep track of ’em, because I talk to too many people… I’m not so opinionated that I won’t budge.

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We’re all collectors by nature. But if you’re talking about an orderly life, there has to be a stop sign somewhere. Building a collection requires a strong constitution and the ability to resist.

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But when I went to Hiroshima and began to study or just listen to people’s descriptions of their work, it was quite clear they were talking about death all the time, about people dying all around them, about their own fear of death.

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What’s weird is when you meet a girl who is 23 and you are talking to her, even her voice is high-pitched, she’s young. You ask her how old she is, she says, ‘Twenty-three, how old are you?’ and when I tell her I’m 41 it’s like I’ve just told her I have cancer. It’s, ‘Oh my God, how long have you had that?’

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Salander leaned back against the pillow and followed the conversation with a smile. She wondered why she, who had such difficulty talking about herself with people of flesh and blood, could blithely reveal her most intimate secrets to a bunch of completely unknown freaks on the Internet.

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Tattoos are like stories – they’re symbolic of the important moments in your life. Sitting down, talking about where you got each tattoo and what it symbolizes, is really beautiful.

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Lawyers on TV always tell their clients not to say anything. The cops say that thing: ‘Anything you say will be used against you.’ Self-incrimination. I looked it up. Three-point vocab word. So why does everyone makes such a big hairy deal about me not talking? Maybe I don’t want to incriminate myself. Maybe I don’t like the sound of my voice. Maybe I don’t have anything to say.

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We’re talking about should we increase taxes? Why not put a tax on carbon emissions. It would raise a lot of money, it would reduce the environmental damages in the future, it would solve so many problems, and it would be a much more constructive thing to do than to think about raising the income tax.

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Body language is a very powerful tool. We had body language before we had speech, and apparently, 80% of what you understand in a conversation is read through the body, not the words.

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He let you have the pants anyway?" she asked. I had started talking about Maxon as soon as I could, eager to know how their conversation had gone. "Yeah. He was very generous about it all." "I think it’s charming that he’s a good winner." "He is a good winner. He’s even gracious when he’s gotten the raw end of things." Like a knee to the royal jewels, for example.

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It’s a grave mistake in publishing, whether you’re talking about Internet or print publication, to try to play to a limited repertoire of established reader interests.

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Many people are good at talking about what they are doing, but in fact do little. Others do a lot but don’t talk about it; they are the ones who make a community live.

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If a guy’s talking to you at a club and you’re having a long conversation, and then one of your friends comes up and he automatically devotes his attention to her, that’s always a sign to look for. They’re not always just doing it ’cause they’re being ‘friendly.’ They want to look for somebody new.

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The good thing about Pittsburgh, it’s a good place to be raised… it doesn’t tolerate assholes. You’re either a good guy or you’re a bad guy… When I’m in Los Angeles having these incredibly surreal moments where nobody’s saying anything and everybody’s talking incessantly, I always have that Pittsburgh voice in my head – shut up, smile, get the job, move on.

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Ray Lewis knifed through those offensive linemen like a sucker-punch switchblade slicing between the ribs of some inebriated trash-talking punk outside a sports bar.

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The relationship I have with my mother now, and photographing her in front of the grave, it opens up discussions, and dealings with the conversations with my mother about, when I was little, how we lived and about suicide and talking about it, so it’s something positive, it brought us more together, because people might never discuss that. Some families never go near certain subjects because it’s too hurtful or too close or too dangerous. But within doing these photographs, I also wanted to open up a conversation with her about certain things about life.

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Also, I’ve spent an entire week without reading any books or talking about them too loudly. I’m learning to work my apparat’s screen, the colourful pulsating mosaic of it, the fact that it knows every last stinking detail about the world, whereas my books only know the minds of their authors.

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Anyone who criticises me for talking about fair trade is a few pebbles short of a beach. Because everyone should care about it, just like everyone should care about the environment, because we all live here.

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Painters should shut up and paint and when we stop painting we should dance or have sex or get a massage or take a shower and we shouldn’t be talking about painting.

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I do have ADD and in real life, I’m all over the place and can hardly focus. If we were talking for, for more than an hour or so, I’d start drifting off… I can’t sit still too long.

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And we certainly don’t have full conversations on cellphones. You know? Usually the reception is so bad, but it’s only bad on your side. The person talking to you has no clue. They’re just rambling on and on. You’ve got your finger jammed in your ear, you’re shushing people on the streets. You’re ducked behind a dumpster so you can hear about your friend’s new hair cut. What about the bangs are they shorter?! Are the bangs shorter?! The bangs!

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There are “well-known secrets” out there and there are people who are “so happy they could die.” Sometimes people are so sad they have to laugh and sometimes things feel so wrong, they’re right. Basically what I’m saying is, I usually don’t know what people are talking about.