I also love to surf the Net and talk on the phone with friends.

I appreciate life, talk a lot, love to laugh, and am very optimistic.

I like when my man is worldly, knows the finer things in life, is well traveled, educated. It's important to me that he's able to talk to all types of people, from doctors to dishwashers.

I am told that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

An American cannot converse, but he can discuss, and his talk falls into a dissertation. He speaks to you as if he was addressing a meeting; and if he should chance to become warm in the discussion, he will say "Gentlemen" to the person with whom he is conversing.

The way I grew up, I was always taught that it's uncouth to talk about money, and that's not what should inspire you.

And then, when I started to school, I found out I couldn't talk.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.

My mother would not talk to me for weeks, would not stay under my roof for as long as I was married to Oleg.

Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.

For many of us, sport has provided the continuity in our lives, the alternative family to the one we left behind. It gives us something to talk about, to preen about, to care about.

But certainly in Uganda, Mozambique and South Africa, people don't really talk about sex and certainly religious leaders - some of them - up to now have been very unwilling to accept, for instance, the promotion of condom use.

We need men and women to sit down and talk to each other about sex honestly and openly. That would help us fight Aids so immediately. But our lack of communication is hugely problematic.

The talk about balance, nuclear balance, seems to me to be metaphysical and doesn't seem to be real at all.

I will hear no talk that there are no intermediate-range weapons on the NATO side.