When cellphones came out, my girlfriend refused to get one for five years, because she thought it would turn her into somebody who couldn't connect with other people - and, of course, she got a cellphone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate cellphones. They are not for good, they're for evil. They're for gossip.
My father had a big brick cell phone, before anyone had a cell phone, because he was really just into that kind of thing - communication devices. I grew up between my father's laboratory and my mother's library.
I've used a cellphone exactly twice. Things move on. The world changes. And I don't know it.
I only used a cell phone for the first time after I was released. I had difficulty coping with it because it seemed so small and insubstantial.
One time, a girl dropped her phone in my pocket and I found it and was like, 'There you go.' And she said, 'If you'd had my phone, you'd have had to meet up with me to give it back.'
I've never owned a cell phone and don't plan on ever having one. If anyone needs to talk to me, they know where I live.
I keep thinking I should get a phone, because everyone's got one and it becomes increasingly difficult to exist in a society where everyone else has moved ahead and you haven't.
We didn't have a phone when I was a kid, and I was too shy to smash any public phones, and our town didn't have a pool hall either, so I had to hang out at the public library - and anyway, I told myself stories.
My wife made me get a cellphone, which I keep in my briefcase. I've never used it.
I am trying to cultivate the notion that constantly misplacing one's cell phone is a charming eccentricity... my children aren't buying it.