We're letting [technology] take us places that we don't want to go.

As we distribute ourselves, we may abandon ourselves.

My own study of the networked life has left me thinking about intimacy - about being with people in person, hearing their voices and seeing their faces, trying to know their hearts. And it has left me thinking about solitude - the kind that refreshes and restores. Loneliness is failed solitude.

Robots want to love us because the field of artificial intelligence has programmed robots to say they want to love us.

Because you can text while doing something else, texting does not seem to take time but to give you time. This is more than welcome; it is magical.

What technology makes easy is not always what nurtures the human spirit.

Ours has been called a culture of narcissism. The label is apt but can be misleading. It reads colloquially as selfishness and self-absorption. But these images do not capture the anxiety behind our search for mirrors. We are insecure in our understanding of ourselves, and this insecurity breeds a new preoccupation with the question of who we are. We search for ways to see ourselves. The computer is a new mirror, the first psychological machine. Beyond its nature as an analytical engine lies its second nature as an evocative object.