No computer network with pretty graphics can ever replace the salespeople that make our society work.

I spend almost as much time figuring out what's wrong with my computer as I do actually using it.

When I'm online, I'm alone in a room, tapping on a keyboard, staring at a cathode-ray tube.

While I admire the insights of many of the people in the world of computing, I get this cold feeling that I speak a different language.

Merely that I have a World Wide Web page does not give me any power, any abilities, nor any status in the real world.

It's easier to apologize afterwards than getting something allowed in the first place.

Why is it that drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?