Quotes About Email

Did you know that Jacques Benveniste, one of the world's leading homeopathic scientists, now claims that you can *email* homeopathic remedies? Yeah, see, what you do is you can take the memory of the diluted substance out of the water electromagnetically, put it on your computer, email it, and play it back on a sound card into new water. I mean, that could work, right? (Nick's thoughts after reading Francis Wheen's book How Mumbo-Jumbo Conquered the World)

She stopped typing. If she'd been using pen and paper, she would have screwed the paper up in disgust, but there wasn't a satisfying equivalent with e-mail, seeing as everything was designed to stop you making a mistake. She needed a fuck-it key, something that made a satisfying ka-boom noise when you thumped it.

Martin had to explain to me that if I didn't have a computer, then I wouldn't have an e-mail address. I wasn't sure whether I'd have one or not. I thought it might have come in one of those envelopes you throw away.)

Every morning, I felt a little excitement as I checked my email, as if part of me believed there would be an unread message - with a beautiful, boldfaced title - waiting in my inbox that would bring me great news or inject energy into my humdrum routine, or, in the highest of hopes, change the course of my prosaic life.

What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

Block everyone on your instant mail.

Jordan, Attached, please find a copy of the schedule for our trip. Best Courtney." I was really proud of it. The email i mean. Because it was so short and cold.Of course, it took me and my friend Jocelyn about two hours to come up with the perfect wording, but Jordan doesn't know that.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

Leigh did what any sane female faced with such an e-mail would do: deleted it to resist the temptation of replying, cleared her trash to resist the temptation of recalling it, and then called tech support to restore all her recently deleted e-mails. (Chasing Harry Winston)

TO: Social Security Administration FROM: John Doe (Social Security #123-45-6789; Birthdate xx-xx-xxxx) RE: Request to file and suspend retirement benefit I am writing to "file and suspend" my benefits effective as of Month Day, Year, when I will be AB years and CD months old. Please confirm your receipt and approval of this request via email or letter. Sincerely, John Doe

This meeting could have been an e-mail.

That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.

How about when I get to work, there was a note attached to a new chair at my desk saying If you break it , you buy the next one. I sent an email out saying if I break it replace it with the old one, there was nothing wrong with it.

Look at this, Grace, " Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman. P.S. Have you called him?

My daughter emails me. When your daughter starts to email you instead of talk to you... It's horrible. You cannot forget human communication.

It always starts with a script. I like to have plenty of time to read something, and I always like to read a paper copy. I hate reading it on email. I sit down with a script, and want to see how it hits me. It's an instinctive process.

The first few days without a cellphone were difficult. I felt liberated from the static of Facebook and Twitter but feared that I had missed some email or call that someone had died.

Checking email every 45 seconds is not only compulsive, it's presumptuous. It suggests a belief that anyone who sends us a message needs us to read it immediately, even if the message is from SkyMall telling us our Bigfoot Garden Yeti statue has shipped.

I got an email saying we were nominated for a Grammy, and I instantly thought it was a joke. So I started Googling the nominees, and there we were!

if it's not in my email archive, I don't know it

Sysadmins are the unsung heroes of the century, and if they're not busting you for sending racy IMs or engaging in unprofessional email conduct, it's purely out of their own goodwill.

No one at the Interior Ministry used PGP for email, because no normal human does

At one point I emailed to ask if it was true, as my daughter had told me, that the Apple logo was an homage to Alan Turing, the British computer pioneer who broke the German wartime codes and then committed suicide by biting into a cyanide-laced apple. He replied that he wished he had thought of that, but hadn't.

The first RFC went out on April 7, 1969, mailed in old-fashioned envelopes through the postal system. (There was no such thing as email, since they hadn't invented the network yet.)