Nicholas I has been called ‘Genghis Khan with a telegraph.’ Stalin was ‘Genghis Khan with a telephone.’ But Mr. Putin is not Genghis Khan with a BlackBerry.
I had such a tie with my eyes and my hands. I could look at a telephone pole 40 yards away, take out a 7-iron, and hit it 10 times in a row. I had something special. And somehow, I really understood the game, all without having a lot of guidance.
Similar to the telescope or the telephone, television enables us to see or hear things we never dreamed of. When you look at the details, a concrete scene between people is really something incredibly unlikely, something subtle that requires extended description.
I guess I figured out my dad was a fight coordinator pretty early, because I always saw him running into walls and stuff and nobody got mad at him, but it took me a lot longer to figure out what Mom did, because it was usually stuff on the telephone.
I don’t like telephones.
Technology gives us the facilities that lessen the barriers of time and distance – the telegraph and cable, the telephone, radio, and the rest.
Electromagnetic theory and experiment gave us the telephone, radio, TV, computers, and made the internal combustion engine practical – thus, the car and airplane, leading inevitably to the rocket and outer-space exploration.
If we discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
Our dream was that someday nobody would talk on a wired telephone. Everybody would talk on a wireless phone.
I have never been able to remember the number of my driver’s license, and there have been times when I couldn’t even remember my own telephone number, but when I hear a song, sometimes only once, I never forget the melody or the lyric.
I met Donald Trump in ’85. I ran into him several times throughout the years. We knew we had this connection, but it wasn’t appropriate timing. So we’d spend a lot of time on the telephone. By ’88, I knew I truly loved this guy.
In 1970, there was a single telephone company in the United States called AT&T, and its technology was called circuit switching, and that was all any telecom engineer worried about.
What we did with this mobile telephone was create a revolution. Before the mobile phone existed we were calling a place, now we are calling a person.
Many of our own people here in this country do not ask about computers, telephones and television sets. They ask – when will we get a road to our village.
My father played one of the first electric guitars in England. He built his own in 1940, because you couldn’t buy them in those days. He used three telephone pickups under the strings, which gave chronic distortion on chords but was quite good on single notes.
I need to go someplace faraway that doesn’t have telephones and doesn’t have a record player and doesn’t have movie theaters and people walking down the street in order to not do anything.
Alexander Graham Bell brought us the telephone. He owns the telephones in the buildings. Thomas Edison owns the lightbulb. Whether they took it and did things to improve it, he’s the guy. Now on the dance floor, that belongs to Chubby Checker.
My decision to come to Bell Telephone Laboratories immediately after obtaining my Ph.D. in 1936 was strongly influenced by the fact that my supervisor would be C. J. Davisson.
And when your phone rings, pick it up. Open yourself up to the possibility a phone call offers. Discover this remarkable device called the telephone. It will give you a serious competitive advantage.
She was so small she could make mamba in a telephone booth.
To me, emails are a little bit frustrating. I think that the telephone is much preferred because you get the sound of the voice and the interest and everything else you can’t see in an email.
In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone. You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.
I don’t know about other writers, but for myself, to write I must be relatively quiet – it’s very difficult to write with the telephone and the doorbell ringing and conversation going on; I’m not that good a writer to write through all that!
I get letters constantly from all over the world, telephone calls from America, Brazil, Australia, all over, especially on my birthday. A family? I have a huge international family. That’s all I need.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
A telephone number shouldn’t represent a home or a car or a restaurant, but instead a person.
I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.
I can’t sit around and wait for the telephone to ring.
Two of the cruelest, most primitive punishments our town deals out to those who fall from favor are the empty mailbox and the silent telephone.
Older Americans are perfect telemarketing customers, analysts say, because they are often at home, rely on delivery services, and are lonely for the companionship that telephone callers provide.
Wisdom cannot come by railroad or automobile or aeroplane, or be hurried up by telegraph or telephone.
Internet users should be able to choose where to go online and which applications to use. Comcast, say, shouldn’t be allowed to block Skype just because it could siphon the communications giant’s telephone business.
I make money because I have to pay for everything apart from my school fees. My mother even makes me pay my own telephone bill.
We already know that spam is a huge downside of online life. If we’re going to be spammed on our telephones wherever we go, I think we’re going to reject these devices.
I was born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite. Imagine signing that autograph! You’d get a broken arm. So I changed my name to Michael Caine after Humphrey Bogart’s ‘The Caine Mutiny,’ which was playing in the theater across from the telephone booth where I learned that I’d gotten my first TV job.
My telephone manners were, well, offensive to some. As I lugged my cell around, yammering away, I noticed cold stares from passersby who viewed me as a kind of techno-terrorist, or at least incredibly rude.
America’s best buy is a telephone call to the right man.
These are they whose youth was violently severed by war and death; a word on the telephone, a scribbled line on paper, and their future ceased. They have built up their lives again, but their safety is not absolute, their fortress not impregnable.
The telephone is a 100-year-old technology. It’s time for a change. Charging for phone calls is something you did last century.
It seems that probably Putin’s father maintained some connection to the secret police throughout his life. One sign of that is that they had a telephone, and people didn’t have telephones in the Soviet Union in the 1950s.
Once I was standing in line to buy a telephone and Senator Wirth was in line with me. The next day the New York Times reported that we’d both purchased telephones and what price we’d paid!
It could be a little bit sad as a young girl to sit there and wait in front of the telephone that would never ring.
We live in a culture that venerates scores. We affix numbers to how much fat is in our mochachinos, how quickly our telephones suck information from the air, how much pain we’re in. Reading, too, has become a skill to quantifiably assess.
For example, it’s only about 20 years ago the people in that community would have got telephone lines, and it would be only about in the 1950s that electricity came to that part of the world. Television wouldn’t have come till 1970.
We predicted the concept of a telephone that isn’t tied to a wall or a desk. We anticipated that everyone would have a cell phone. We joked that when you’re born you would be assigned a cell phone and if you didn’t answer you had died.
E-mail is far more convenient than the telephone, as far as I’m concerned. I would throw my phone away if I could get away with it.
It was my father who – after, at age 15, I had attempted unsuccessfully to drive the family car using a ‘borrowed’ key and knocked down a wall of the garage – convinced me over the telephone not to run away from home and who then came home from work not to punish me but rather to console and comfort me.
Colonel Parker asked Henry and me to come to Elvis’ suite and have breakfast. There were at least five policemen stationed up there. He was talking on the telephone.
The KKK members that I was dealing with never saw me because my interaction with them occurred over the phone. They were convinced that I was 1) white, and 2) a racial supremacist like them based strictly on my telephone conversation with them.
During the week that I arrived in the United States, I saw an airport, used a telephone, used a library, talked with a scientist, and was shown a computer for the first time in my life.
I started to work at the Colony in March 1958. I remember my first day because the telephone started to ring, and it was Sinatra, three for lunch, his usual table; Onassis, two for lunch, usual table; the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Leland Hayward, Truman Capote, all wanting their usual tables.
