Quotes About Information

today's news is tomorrow's fish and chip wrappers

Babe,' Ranger said. 'Do something with her.' And he disconnected. I called Ranger back. 'No,' I said. 'And I need information on Jelly Kantner. His apartment got blown up, and I need to find him.' And I should do this why?' Because you like me.' There was a full beat of silence. 'I do,' Ranger said. 'I like you a lot. Sometimes I'm not sure why. Give me a couple minutes.

Mrs. Zuppa was coming in from bingo just as I was leaving the building. Looks like you're going to work, she said, leaning heavily on her cane. What are you packin'? A thirty-eight. I like a nine-millimeter myself. A nine's good. Easier to use a semiautomatic after you've had hip replacement and you walk with a cane, she said. One of those useful pieces of information to file away and resurrect when I turn eighty-three.

That's why I'm not on social media. People are way too open about their private lives. I don't need to see pictures of what somebody had for lunch or hear about how difficult their last bowel movement was or see on a map where they were when either one happened.

Zook peeked into the living room. "This house has high speed Internet, right?" "Sure, we got cable," Grandma said. "We're not in the Stone Age here. I blog and everything.

Pbbtlt. It smells like ham, Glo said. It must be Hatchet Hatchet moved out of the shadows. My intent was to capture and torture for information, but you have made my job easy. I now know the clue and can give this information to my master. He's not going to believe you, Glo said. You fart. Hatchet stood tall with one hand on his sword. Everyone doth fart. Not like you, Glo said. You're a ham farter. Hatchet pressed his lips together. Tis a manly fart.

Just make sure you're not withholding information, Sandeman. Your parole officer might find it annoying." He gave me a shot to the shoulder that knocked me back a foot. "Somebody yanks my parole officer's chain, and somebody might find out why they call me the Sandman. Maybe you want to think about that." Not anytime soon.

I don't know what to think of the coffin story. You have any more information on these coffins? Where they were originally purchased? What they look like? They're made of wood. About six foot long... If there's one thing I hate, it's a wise-ass bounty hunter. I showed him the picture. You're right, he said. They're made of wood, and they're about six foot long.

Some say Google is God. Others say Google is Satan. But if they think Google is too powerful, remember that with search engines unlike other companies, all it takes is a single click to go to another search engine.

Neuroscientists talk a lot about brain circuits. In fact, the word 'circuit' is probably misleading. We do not know where most circuits begin and end. And unlike an electrical circuit, brain connections are heavily reciprocal and recursive, so that a direction of information flow can be inferred but sometimes not proven.

Unlike with the majority of library books, when you enter a term into a search engine there is no guarantee that what you will find is authoritative, accurate or even vaguely true.

The unlimited amount of information that I have access to has also given me an unlimited threshold for how I need to be stimulated.

The unlimited replication of information is generally a public good.

The Internet's abundance - of information, goods, tastes and sources of authority - creates unparalleled opportunities for individuals to get exactly what they want. But this plenitude threatens political and cultural authorities who believe in telling individuals what they can have rather than letting them choose for themselves.

It is beyond dispute that President Obama and his aides have an extreme, even unprecedented obsession with concealing embarrassing information, controlling the flow of information, and punishing anyone who stands in the way. But, at least theoretically speaking, it is the job of journalists to impede that effort, not to serve and enable it.

Social media has given companies access to unprecedented amounts of information on client behavior and preferences - so-called Big Data. But making sense of it all and turning it into actionable policy has been elusive.

People treat citizens like they're some kind of unreliable source, but citizens are data. They are a data set.

In general, I think people should be skeptical of the Internet as a reference tool because so much of what's on it is unreliable and costumed - a hall of mirrors.

There is so much unreliable information on the internet and in the media.

We think nothing of protecting consumers from faulty toasters or unsafe cars. Is it unreasonable to suggest that investors are entitled to information they can trust before investing their hard-earned money? I don't think it's unreasonable at all.

One thing that is for certain is that there are tens of millions of people who are deeply unsatisfied with the way they get their political news.

Among other things, autoimmune disorders are an induction into a world of unstable information and no reliable expertise.

One of the unsung freedoms that go with a free press is the freedom not to read it.

A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding.