“Talk's the way to kill it. Anything gets boring if you talk about it enough, even death.”
“I won't talk to you about my family and you won't talk to me about yours. Family talk is either boring or self-pitying. Or it's Gothic, like a Faulkner novel. Who needs to talk about it? It's enough to live it.”
“It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else is there to talk about?”
“Talk about anything long enough, and you cut it down to size.”
“But saying stuff, even if it's good, isn't enough. Dad never did anything, he just talked about it. Even I knew you needed plans.”
“I didn't want to hear about death. It was all anyone talked about, even when no one was actually talking about it.”