Data isn't information, any more than fifty tons of cement is a skyscraper.

There is a difference between having access to information and having the savvy it takes to interpret it.

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

Rather than bringing me closer to others, the time that I spend online isolates me from the most important people in my life, my family, my friends, my neighbourhood, my community.

If you don't have an e-mail address, you're in the Netherworld. If you don't have your own World Wide Web page, you're a nobody.

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.