We're too busy communicating to think, too busy communicating to connect, and sometimes we're too busy communicating to create. This is true for individuals and also true for organizations.

Technology doesn't just do things for us. It does things to us, changing not just what we do but who we are.

We expect more from technology and less from each other. We create technology to provide the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

What is so seductive about texting, about keeping that phone on, about that little red light on the BlackBerry, is you want to know who wants you.

The feeling that 'no one is listening to me' make us want to spend time with machines that seem to care about us.

People are lonely. The network is seductive. But if we are always on, we may deny ourselves the rewards of solitude.

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

Human relationships are rich and they're messy and they're demanding. And we clean them up with technology. We sacrifice conversation for mere connection.

Everyone is always having their attention divided between the world of the people [they're] with and this other reality.

Computers are not good or bad; they are powerful.

Not every advance is progress. Not every new thing is better for us humanly.

Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.

We should be ready for a change.

Today, is the beginning of your futureso be as creative as your heart desires in designing your life map.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

We can easily forgive want of means; but littleness, with means, is disgusting.

To be artist, and lover, that is the true goal, the only adequate objective, the divinely destined end for man.

I've had asthma my entire life.

I avoid looking in the mirror.

Mississippi State has two pretty looking quarterbacks.

When guilt is in its blush of infancy, it trembles in a tenderness of shame; and the first eye that pierces through the veil that hides the secret brings it to the face