They sat by the lake for a couple of hours, talking, finding out about each other.

We talked for four hours. Well, I talked for four, and she listened for two.

Quiet hours and long talks, awash in each other... (ch 14)

"When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.

Aref kept thinking that no matter what you say, there is something more inside that you can't say. You talk around it in a circle, like stirring water with a stick, when ripples swirl out from the center. (p. 259)

the fraternising, endlessly conversing group of us...under the rustling pines....[talked of] a hundred human and personal things....[It was] high talk [in the] splendid American summer drawn out to its last generosity....[the talkers constituted] a little world of easy and happy interchange, of unrestricted and yet all so instructively sane and secure association and conversation, with all its liberties and delicacies, all its mirth and earnestness.

History moves in a circle.

Two people sat talking in a small room for several weeks, and things started happening. They began thinking about each other; one would dream about the other; they copied each other's mannerisms. What was it really all about? She liked to think she had a firm hold on the reins at all times, but the truth was that often she was just along for the ride.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

They sat and combed their beautiful hair, Their long, bright tresses, one by one,
As they laughed and talked in the chamber there, After the revel was done.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

We talked across each other, our conversation at right angles, only meeting in the intersections of silence at story’s end.

I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.

He drew a circle that shut me out — Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.