“Body of earth, don't talk of earthTell the story of pure mirrorsThe Creator has given you this splendor--Why talk of anything else?”

“-Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life?-I don't think we ever talk about anything else.”

“I wondered why humans were even given the gift of speech at all. We no longer needed it; we’ve forgotten to talk about anything. We only waste it.”

“You know women when they get talking. They don't stop for anything but unconsciousness.”

“Maybe superficial is exactly what I want right now. If you don't talk about anything that matters, no one can say anything that'll hurt you--and you don't have to talk about the things that are eating away at you from the inside.”

“Peculiar or not, it is my idea of pleasure. Why, why else do you lead this life you don't enjoy it? Don't talk of duty to me; you men always have some high-sounding excuse for indulging yourselves. You go gallivanting over the earth, climbing mountains, looking for the sources of the Nile; and expect women to sit dully at home embroidering. I embroider very badly. I think I would excavate rather well. ”