“Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything, and if there is nothing to chat about, they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice, robins are reserved.”

“Everyone chats and smiles, chats about nothing, shouts and drinks themselves silly occasionally or all the time. They they die one fine day, old or young, they die, tucked up into the earth. That's what it's like. Swarming lives, with no meaning, no number.”

“The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other.”

“I didn’t answer. We were not buddies. We could not chat about the proximity of our offices, or football, or forgiveness.”

“I suddenly realized that all these women were spending months of loneliness and womanliness together, chatting about the madness of the men.”

“Pillow talk always puts me to sleep. I’d rather chat about bed sheets, which can be converted into capes.”