Even when I work with computers, with high technology, I always try to put in the touch of the hand.
I got up with my wife, I sat down at the computer when she went to work, and I didn't stop until she got home.
I got interested in computers and how they could be enslaved to the megalomaniac impulses of a teenager.
Man, I don't want to have nothing to do with computers. I don't want the government in my business.
The Internet: transforming society and shaping the future through chat.
What we did not imagine was a Web of people, but a Web of documents.
It's hardware that makes a machine fast. It's software that makes a fast machine slow.
Computers in classrooms are the filmstrips of the 1990s.
I am regularly asked what the average Internet user can do to ensure his security. My first answer is usually 'Nothing; you're screwed'.
The basis of computer work is predicated on the idea that only the brain makes decisions and only the index finger does the work.
We demand privacy, yet we glorify those that break into computers.
I think it's fair to say that personal computers have become the most empowering tool we've ever created. They're tools of communication, they're tools of creativity, and they can be shaped by their user.
Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.
In computing, turning the obvious into the useful is a living definition of the word "frustration".
If your computer speaks English, it was probably made in Japan.
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