My computer’s memory stores a million phone numbers with perfect accuracy, but I have to stop and think to recall my own.
ALAN COOPERPast dreams of bliss our lives contain, And slight the chords that still retain A heart estranged to joys again,
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There’s only one thing you can use against pure logic, and that’s common sense.
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You Don’t Have to Go Home from Work Exhausted!
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And as soon as any object exhibits sufficient cognitive function, those instincts kick in and we react as though we were interacting with another sentient human being.
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To our human minds, computers behave less like rocks and trees than they do like humans, so we unconsciously treat them like people.
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English bohemians sit in cold orderly rows, like carrots.
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If you are not going to produce albums then you are not going to produce new fans. It’s impossible.
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Men do not greet one another like this … except perhaps at rugby club dinners.
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In turn, we will be tempted to kill our computers, but we won’t dare because we are already utterly, irreversibly dependent on these hopeful monsters that make modern life possible.
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I just try and learn to be a good husband and be a good father before I am a good rock star. That means saying no to certain things that go with the business.
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A powerful tool in the early stages of developing scenarios is to pretend the interface is magic.
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No matter how beautiful, no matter how cool your interface, it would be better if there were less of it.
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Define what the product will do before you design how the product will do it.
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It has been said that the great scientific disciplines are examples of giants standing on the shoulders of other giants.
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Run for your lives-the computers are invading. Awesomely powerful computers tackling ever more important tasks with awkward, old-fashioned interfaces.
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To scenes by memory’s silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho’ it sprung From one united heart.
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