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

Spending an evening on the World Wide Web is much like sitting down to a dinner of Cheetos, two hours later your fingers are yellow and you're no longer hungry, but you haven't been nourished.

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

If we built houses the way we build software, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.

I sense an insatiable demand for connectivity. Maybe all these people have discovered important uses for the Internet. Perhaps some of them feel hungry for a community that our real neighborhoods don't deliver. At least a few must wonder what the big deal is.

Anyone can post messages to the net. Practically everyone does. The resulting cacophony drowns out serious discussion.

Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don't let anybody else use it, and get a new one every six months.