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

Electronic communication is an instantaneous and illusory contact that creates a sense of intimacy without the emotional investment that leads to close friendships.

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.

Computers force us into creating with our minds and prevent us from making things with our hands. They dull the skills we use in everyday life.

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.

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

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