“Some conversations feel like a hug. Some people feel like home.”

I miss people I have never met. Conversations I have never had. Streets I’ve never walked. And love I have never made.

Even if it’s for a little time. Birds build homes too.

Oh darling, if you won’t be yourself who will?

Some people are sunshine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

In a room full of people. I hope I have the courage to always be me.

How I wish I could hold you a little longer, and more. And forever.

I do, so often, wish you were here. But more often I wish that you were wishing to be here.

You can walk in and out. I have built no doors.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

He said he cannot read in between the lines. And I have poured all my heart there.

Be politically correct, but please don’t bother other people with conversation about being politically correct, because that’s the end of everything. You want to create boredom? Be politically correct in your conversation.

Someone asked if I wanted to be the first female Bond, and I was saying that I don’t think we necessarily need that whole conversation.

As a child I wanted to be a grown-up. I wanted to know everything – not that I like to talk about it. I hate intellectual conversation with intellectuals because I only care about my opinion.

It’s hilarious a lot of times. You have a conversation with someone, and he’s like, ‘You speak so well!’ I’m like, ‘What do you mean? Do you understand that’s an insult?

The very old certainly do not go back on lunch remains but they do bite back at old conversational topics.

Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.

God knew where he was, but he asked so as to start a conversation with Adam and avoid startling him too much to reply.

For the human species to evolve, the conversation must deepen.