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.

A box of crayons and a big sheet of paper provides a more expressive medium for kids than computerized paint programs.

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

The Internet has no such organization - files are made available at random locations. To search through this chaos, we need smart tools, programs that find resources for us.

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.

The information highway is being sold to us as delivering information, but what it's really delivering is data... Unlike data, information has utility, timeliness, accuracy, a pedigree... Editors serve as barometers of quality, and most of an editor's time is spent saying no.

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