I actually have this fantasy of giving up my cell phone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've used a cellphone exactly twice. Things move on. The world changes. And I don't know it.
I think God gave every one of us a cell phone, we just dropped it.
Everybody knows I return all of my phone calls. I pick up my cell phone myself, much to the chagrin of my staff.
My wife made me get a cellphone, which I keep in my briefcase. I've never used it.
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.
I am trying to cultivate the notion that constantly misplacing one's cell phone is a charming eccentricity... my children aren't buying it.
When you have a smartphone, the things that it can do are kind of ridiculous and terrifying.
My mind is constantly going. For me to completely relax, I gotta get rid of my cell phone.
You'd be surprised how difficult it is relinquish a cell phone.
I didn't own a cell phone for a long time. I was late in the game on that.