Wayne Gladstone Quotes

I stare at the flush two blankets bring to her cheek and try to divine her dreams.

My life had devolved into a fluorescent haze of desktop Outlook/Internet Explorer/Excel screens by day followed by laptop Chrome/Facebook/Netflix nights.

Don't know if a God exists, but anyone who claims to be certain of His absence probably lacks humility more than faith.

In the age of hyper technology and cookie crumbs, you can only trust a man in a mask. Everyone else has too much to lose.

There has not been a piece of technology designed to save labor that has not increased labor. Word processors allow you to do what your secretary used to do for you. The Internet, BlackBerries, iPhones, yes they keep you tethered, but that's not the main problem. It's that along with increasing personal productivity, they increase the expectation of productivity. It no longer becomes a bonus to do the work of one and a half men, but the norm. And then when everyone's working at one hundred and fifty percent capacity, they can fire a third of the workforce and still maintain output.

But the point is, the talking heads are wrong. The loss won't bring back a simpler time. Only a search for something new to fill the void.

A tree that falls alone in the forest still makes a sound. It just wishes it didn't.

Gladstone, how sad do you have to get before you stop making jokes?

Well, reading Twitter's a lot like staring at an ant farm," Tobey explained while wiping some cheese from his mouth. "Except without all the productivity.

Has anything happened in Australia since the eighties? I mean, besides Nemo being reunited with his dad?

You don't know me. How dare you presume to know me? Are you really so arrogant to believe you can sum up a man by his online presence? I have memories and feelings that have never seen the glow of a computer screen. Ideas that have never set foot online.

Magic is a cliche, but what do you call it when you enter a place and you can pretend you're anywhere and everywhere from the Mesozoic era to present day, provided you haven't killed every bit of childhood wonder with cynicism? It is magic. The kind that exists.

Keeping this journal causes tension as much as it calms it. The writing busies my hands and occupies my mind, but there's something about the pen scratching against the thick textured paper that makes my words take on an uncomfortable weight. Online, words flow almost as quickly as thoughts without revision or purpose, the way they do when you're alone or with someone who's fallen in love with you.

But music didn't make my mother nervous. She was more concerned about the agenda of women who thought it was a good idea to wear pastel, shoulder-padded suits while they all marched single file toward a better tomorrow.

Losing the Internet has forced them to interact verbally instead of microblogging their lives, but a lot of them still talk in Tweets:
"Ugh! I'm standing in line at the post office."
"I'm not eating the crusts on my sandwich because apparently I'm five.