I guess people wouldn't say nasty things to my face. When you're kind of isolated, you don't really hear the gossip, or you're not really involved in it. You're here, and it's all going on over there.
I have no sense of what I should or shouldn't talk about. I just blather. Which is why it's fun to write 'Gossip Girl. ' I do tend to just talk about anything.
We live in a world, a medieval type of world, where someone can accuse you - through gossip and hearsay, and all of a sudden you're supposed to respond to specific charges from people you don't know, are not aware of who these people are, and you're supposed to respond to their specific allegations?
None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.
I don't like gossip stories. Facts are okay. But when gossips begin making items, that's something else again.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go?
With friends like these, who needs hallucinations?
The uniform tenor of a man's life furnishes better evidence of what he has said or done on any particular occasion than the word of any enemy.
I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.
I did. . . learn an important distinction in graduate school: a speculation about who had syphilis when is gossip if it's about your friends, a plot element if it's about a character in a novel, and scholarship if it's about John Keats.
For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.
Gossip is easy, politics is hard.
Gossip is the Devil's radio.
Gossip is when you hear something you like about someone you don't.
Gossip is hardly uplifting.
I'm drawing the gossip surrounding the celebrity, or the image the celebrity tries to push on us.
Advertisements are now so numerous that they are very negligently perused, and it is therefore become necessary to gain attention by magnificence of promises, and by eloquence sometimes sublime and sometimes pathetic.
Gossip is irresponsible communication. Irresponsible because it is at the expense of another person who is not there to defend herself. Irresponsible because it is not constructive: it helps no one, least of all the person being gossiped about.
Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.
Someone who gossips well has a reputation for being good company or even a wit, never for being a gossip.
