I don't answer the phone. I get the feeling whenever I do that there will be someone on the other end.— Fred Couples
Colossal Answering Machines quotations
Knowledge is having the right answer. Intelligence is asking the right questions.
On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr.
Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question.
[Answering the phone] Hello, this is a recording, you've dialed the right number, now hang up and don't do it again.
Don't dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energies on moving forward finding the answer.
Every time the diaphragm winks, the camera repeats the question that now travels through cyberspace and invades, as a modern virus, the memories of machines, men and women. The question that history sets forth. The question which forces us to define ourselves and whose answer makes us human: On which side are you?
I have a friend of mine who does me on his answering machine, and when I call him, I answer. It's pretty strange.
In Hell all the messages you ever left on answering machines will be played back to you.
Judge a person by their questions, rather than their answers.
Did you ever hear one of those corny, positive messages on someone's answering machine? 'Hi, it's a great day and I'm out enjoying it right now. I hope you are too. The thought for the day is share the love.' Beep. 'Uh, yeah, this is the VD clinic. Speaking of being positive, your test is back. Stop sharing the love.'
I'm not an answering machine, I'm a questioning machine.
If we have all the answers, how come we're in such as mess?
The breakup of Bell laid the foundation for every important communications revolution since the 1980s onward. There was no way of knowing that thirty years on we would have an Internet, handheld computers, and social networking, but it is hard to imagine their coming when they did, had the company that bured the answering machine remained intact.
He who knows all the answers has not been asked all the questions.
Experiencing yourself out of context, divorced from your usual point of view, skews your perspective – it’s like hearing your voice on an answering machine. It’s almost like meeting a stranger; or discovering a talent you never knew you had.
It's great to just disappear, grab a suitcase, switch the answering machine on and just go somewhere else.
I'm very interested in the way the Internet has changed teenage life.
Obviously it's very different from when I grew up, when there weren't even answering machines, much less computers. I was telling my children this the other day, and the little one said, "Did you have electricity, Mom?" and I was like okay, enough, kid.
Intelligence is knowing the right answer. Wisdom is knowing when to say it.
One son appears in stereo - a transistor in one ear and the phone in the other.
Telephone message on his manager's answering machine shortly before dying of heroin overdose: I need help bad, man.
Early Apple machines - don't know how to answer what it was like since there were so few tools. Just had to keep debugging by isolating a problem, looking at memory in the limited debugging (weaker than the DOS DEBUG and no symbols) patch and retry and then re-program, download and try again. And again.
Don't dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energies on moving forward toward finding the answer.
I have an answering machine in my car.
It says, I'm home now. But leave a message and I'll call when I'm out.
I don't really have time to sit down and write.
But when I think of a melody, I call up my answering machine and sing it, so I won't forget it.
It is not rude to turn off your telephone by switching it on to an answering machine, which is cheaper and less disruptive than ripping it out of the wall. Those who are offended because they cannot always get through when they seek, at their own convenience, to barge in on people are suffering from a rude expectation.
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Screening telephone calls with a receptionist or the humbler answering machine is not a dishonorable thing to do. The warmest people in the world still need uninterrupted time to attend to their lives and should not be outwitted if they have made it obvious that they are not always available upon summons.
We've come a long way from having one land line that was forbidden to be answered during dinner. We had no answering machine, just a dad who barked, 'Who calls during dinner? If it's important, they'll call back.' He was right.
The law is not a series of calculating machines where answers come tumbling out when the right levers are pushed.
People who complain in private want an answer. People who complain in public want an audience.
Since I've made it to 87 so far, obviously my two kids and my seven grandchildren haven't been too hard on me. On the other hand, the fact that I have an unlisted phone number and move a lot might have something to do with it.
Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes;
And galvanism has set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus Of the Humane Society's beginning, By which men are unsuffocated gratis: What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
Fiction is a kind of compassion-generating machine that saves us from sloth.
Is life kind or cruel? Yes, Literature answers. Are people good or bad? You bet, says Literature. But unlike other systems of knowing, Literature declines to eradicate one truth in favor of another.
What I like best about the telephone is that it keeps you in touch with people, particularly people who want to sell you magazine subscriptions in the middle of the night.
Everyone I talked to was a recording-the bank, the elevator, your office, the school, a wrong number. You used to be able to call a wrong number and get a person.
Look for the answer inside your question.
I've been saying all along that my biggest fear is that someone would program a machine to give a wrong answer. If that were to happen, the machine would still work fine - we just wouldn't know it.
The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call.
You've reached Fantasia, where the undead live again every night," "For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to alive person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you.
Stop thinking too much. It's alright not to know the answers. They will come to you when you least expect it.
On two occasions, I have been asked [by members of Parliament], 'Pray, Mr.
Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question.
At 7 in the morning, Rob Zombie calls.
I just let the machine answer it, because I'm like, "Who's calling me at 7 in the morning?" It's Rob leaving this message, going, "That was the best birthday present I ever got in my whole life. I looked at Halloween script from cover to cover. No one else will ever get their fingers on this. It's wrapped in plastic. It's going in my vault. I love it. Thank you."
The Clinton machine is so closely and irrevocably tied to the media organizations that she is given the questions and answers in advance of her debate performance with Bernie Sanders.
The telephone is the greatest single enemy of scholarship;
for what our intellectual forebears used to inscribe in ink now goes once over a wire into permanent oblivion.
I think people who aren't in film experience that when they hear their voice on an answering machine or something.