Quotes About Emails

2009: e-mails obtained via the Freedom of Information Act revealed that White House Associate Director of Public Engagement was arranging an NEA-hosted telephone conference with tax-supported artists to encourage the creation of propaganda art to generate public support for President Obama's political agendas.

Hillary Clinton lies about Benghazi, she lied about emails, she is still defending Planned Parenthood, and she is still her party's frontrunner.

I am at home with my kids from 6 to 8. If I have a work dinner, I'll schedule to have dinner after 8. But we're working at night. You'll get plenty of emails from me post-8 P.M. when my kids go to bed.

I could go through a lot of my old emails from when I first started doing comics. Back then the lowest age of fans was like 15 or 16 up to people in their 20's and 30's.

I couldn't make myself write serious; I was surrounded by serious: in monographs, in articles, in my own dissertation prospectus, in the very earnest e-mails of students telling me just why that paper couldn't be in on time, cross their hearts and hope to get an A-minus.

I can never fully switch off given my work, but laying on the beach replying to a few emails on my mobile is much better than being stuck in the office.

Your energy has far more power than you can even imagine. There is energy in your spoken words, in your emails, and in your physical presence.

I got a lot of texts from friends and emails from friends and most of them were just pure jealousy.

I have very long legs and I hate driving anything unless it's a boat or an ATV in the jungle. I like to sit in the back of a car, where I can look out the window, answer my emails on my iPad, or hold hands with a pretty girl.

When I got laid off, I would write my friends these 15-page-long emails. This was before people had personal emails, and my friends would tell me that I was going to get them fired if I kept sending them stuff, so I started a website.

I've been on, like, the forefront of social media. I run all my own pages, and this is back to MySpace and answering my own emails in, like, 2006. Even before that, I always had websites with emails that dropped directly to me.

'Personalization' is a popular word in retail, and people often misuse it to describe simple marketing tactics, like segmenting emails or using big data to identify the likely gender of a visitor to their websites.

I think of myself as naturally idle. The trouble is, the 'nothing' that I do every day is not really nothing. I potter. I muck about with emails, I make coffee, I fiddle with my computer to make sure that the book I haven't started writing is perfectly synced across all platforms and devices.

Many of my e-mails have been maliciously taken out of context, another effort by those assaulting my career.

I've sent thousands of emails - the conversations in the book are just the success stories.

I don't get emails from my corporate overlords.

When I'm home in New York, I wake up early so I can check e-mails and call my London agent, and start my day with a cup of Ristretto cofee from my Nespresso machine.

Sending e-mails and texts is an automated version of writing letters, whereas social networking is an innovative technology, by which we mean, in this context, that it gives rise to ways of communicating that were not possible in the past.

When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight," Peter explained, "but that we should go ahead and draw for him." "Draw?" I asked uneasily. "Oh Lord. Tell me it's not Pictionary night too." Peter sighed wearily. "Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?" "Secret Santas? Seems like we just did that," I said. "Yeah, a year ago," said Peter. "Just like we do very Christmas.

No one wants their personal emails made public, and I think most people understand that and respect that privacy.

Every day I absorb countless data bits through emails, tweets, and articles, process the data, and transmit back new bits through more emails, tweets, and articles. I don't really know where I fit into the great scheme of things, or how my bits of data connect with the bits produced by billions of other humans and computers. I don't have time to find out, because I am too busy answering all these emails.

The emails spoke for themselves. They showed that a close adviser to a leading Russian oligarch family offered the help of the Russian government to Trump in the 2016 election. The candidate's son welcomed that assistance.

The Times story caused a sensation, not just because the emails contradicted Don junior's explanations but because they offered the clearest proof yet of coordination—collusion—between the Trump campaign and Russia.

A lot of times, people send me emails, and then I forget about them, or I never respond to them, or I respond to them weeks later.