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I don't believe in email. I'm an old-fashioned girl. I prefer calling and hanging up.
I like to send letters. I love to receive them. I could never throw away a letter.
The inbox is the perfect delivery system of other people's priorities.
I get mail; therefore I am.-- Scott Adams
Your email inbox is a bit like a Las Vegas roulette machine. You know, you just check it and check it, and every once in a while there's some juicy little tidbit of reward, like the three quarters that pop down on a one-armed bandit. And that keeps you coming back for more.
The Postal Service delivers mail six days a week to nearly 140 million addresses. Every year this number increases by 2 million.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.
What does this mean 'mailer daemon'? Satan, are you messing with the e-mail system already?
Most of my mail comes from young people.
I don't e-mail. I've never felt the particular need to e-mail.
Forward my mail to Mars.
I'm into short emails.
I don't believe in e-mail. I rarely use a cell phone and I don't have a fax.
E-mail is a procrastinator's dream come true.
Whether you are a low-income elderly woman living at the end of a dirt road in Vermont or a wealthy CEO living on Park Avenue, you get your mail six days a week. And you pay for this service at a cost far less than anywhere else in the industrialized world.
I get a lot of letters from people.
People should think about e-mail as something where they are archiving their lives.
Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.
I do not mourn the death of the printed letter in a snobby, East Coast, patrician way - 'Where have our manners gone?' - but because I love objects, I love paper, and I love something that I can hold to my chest for a moment. Still, I bear no grudge against the e-mail form itself.
Mail from home was so important when you were traveling. It kept you in touch with the familiar, even the part you were running from.
You can email me, but I prefer letters that come through conventional mail. I like letters that have been licked by strangers.
I like to write paper mail - nobody does that anymore - with my pen pals.
I sent one e-mail in my life. I sent it to Jeff Raikes at Microsoft, and it ended up in court in Minneapolis, so I am one for one.
I love receiving fan mail.
Gentlemen don't read each other's mail.
One has to get through a big pile of mail every day. I don't pass my letters on to a secretary; rather, I try to take care of all of them myself.
E-mail can be so impersonal - and so open to interpretation.
What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes?" Morley asked, leaning even closer. "E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air." He seemed very smug that he knew that.
"Well, not exactly, and would you please either BACK OFF or go find a shower?
I don't film messages. I let the post office take care of those.
Now I have to have the biggest P.O. box in the entire post office to get all the manuscripts coming in.
Best practices are particularly valuable to those who are unfamiliar with email's unique, often confusing rules.
One of the key pleasures of receiving a letter is the act of holding and entering the envelope - a sort of cross between Christmas and sex.
I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.
I'm so computer illiterate, I barely know how to send an e-mail. I mean, I have a laptop and Gmail, but I don't really look at it much.
I was late to the Internet. I didn't really understand what it was. I didn't know what an email was.
I got a chain letter by fax. It's very simple. You just fax a dollar bill to everybody on the list.
People used to share things with e-mail on a massive scale. If you remember e-mail forwards from the late '90s, it was a terrible way to share content.
Email is a wonderful thing for people whose role in life is to be on top of things. But not for me; my role is to be on the bottom of things. What I do takes long hours of studying and uninterruptible concentration.
The difference between e-mail and regular mail is that computers handle e-mail, and computers never decide to come to work one day and shoot all the other computers.
the envelope. "And our best wishes.
E-mails are the cancer of modern business.
I wrote short stories for seven years and used to mail them out. You couldn't send them by e-mail. I called them manila boomerangs. I'd seal the self-addressed stamped envelope inside an envelope and I'd mail it off, and it would come back six weeks later with a rejection letter in it.
The basic idea of email has remained essentially unchanged since the first networked message was sent in 1971. And while email is great for one-on-one, formal correspondence, there are far better tools for collaboration.
A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.
I have to find the edge of the envelope and put my stamp on it.
If you want to send a message, try Western Union.
The less of a life, the more mail you need
The U.S. Postal Service should hire him for an ad campaign. If he were at the mailbox every time you sent a letter, no one would use email ever again.
In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the poor fellow who walks away with the greatest number of letters, proud of his extensive correspondence, has not heard from himself this long while.
When someone sends you an email, they are knocking on your door. And when you open the attachment, without looking through the peephole to see who it is, you just opened the door and let a stranger into your life, where everything you care about is.
I read mails throughout the day but answer mails more in the morning and evening.
The email of the species is deadlier than the mail.
The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.
Discourse is fleeting, but junk mail is forever.
I wanted to double-check with you that your mailing address is still the same as the one you sent us back in April? If you're a college student I know address changes are really common at this time of year!
I enjoy getting any kind of mail. Like, for me, like, the more interesting a letter is, I just get more excited, and I know that this going to be great for my friends who are looking forward to reading that in my comic.
if it's not in my email archive, I don't know it
this whale carries the everlasting mail!
I think e-mail is kind of a cheap way to communicate. It's a lazy way of writing a letter, you know.
Issues need to be addressed. So do boxes of bricks that need to be mailed. Make the shipping label out to Kat Nelb, 2332 Blanket Anagram Way, Jacksonville, Fl 3223.
Pictures were made to entertain; if you want to send a message, call Western Union.
Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.
Letters are something from you. It's a different kind of intention than writing an e-mail.
Email is a 40-year-old technology that is not going away for very good reasons - it's the cockroach of the Internet.
The age of technology has both revived the use of writing and provided ever more reasons for its spiritual solace. Emails are letters, after all, more lasting than phone calls, even if many of them r 2 cursory 4 u.
How I love to get a letter! I can think of nothing better Than perusing an epistolary item. But deep is my despondence, For I've found that correspondence Means that if you want to get 'em, You must write 'em!
The Mail Online is like carbs - you know you shouldn't but you do. Probably two or three times a day
A lot of times, people send me emails, and then I forget about them, or I never respond to them, or I respond to them weeks later.
I've given up email. Well, almost. At the weekend I set up one of those auto-reply messages, informing my correspondents that I would no longer be checking my emails, and that instead they might like to call or write, as we used to in the olden days.
Who needs fan mail when you have the Internet?
When I was training to be a pilot, there was a large section in the book on how to drop mail from the plane.
If I don't get at least one e-mail every ten minutes, I feel unloved. Even junk mail makes me feel seen. Sad, I know. Sigh.
A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods
Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.
If you're looking for messages, try Western Union.
I had e-mail in 1984! I had an e-mail address then, which means that all you could write to was Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. There were three of us, writing to each other.
What the hell was it about e-mail that made everybody forget the stuff they learned in second grade, like capitalizing I and proper names, and using periods? Hello? We all learned how to do this less than five years out of diapers!
The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
May all your letters be received with an abundance of love.
I'm an e-mail junkie though I'm trying to read my in-box only twice a day and to answer all at once.
The post office has a great charm at one point of our lives. When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are never worth going through the rain for.
To write is human, to get mail, Divine!
The Postman Always RingsTwice.
The card was displayed in the post office window between 'Room to let, suit single professional person' and 'Kittens, 12 weeks old, litter trained'. Diana wouldn't have seen it if she hadn't been checking her reflection to see if her new jacket was creased.
Conditions were so hard. To send the news out, telex was the only means, but telex was very rare in Africa. So if somebody was flying to Europe, we gave him correspondence to send after he arrived.
Every day when I open the mail I encounter a find with a brand-new brew of story and emotion.
I don't send messages, I'm not a fax machine
My inbox is the enemy.
Anyone with an inbox knows what I'm talking about. A dozen emails to set up a meeting time. Documents attached and edited and reedited until no one knows which version is current. Urgent messages drowning in forwards and cc's and spam.
Receive without complaint, Work with fate.
You told him, huh? Through your secret wizarding network that you still haven't told me about."
"It's called a letter in the mail," he said.
I've turned into a technological wizard. I can send emails now, which for me is unbelievable. They don't make any sense, but I can send them. I call it e-mithering.
walk away with your stupid mail. It's quiet outside.
When you deserved it, even the mail could rape you.
When you get an e-mail and reply to the sender, you simply obliterate everything they sent you and then, in small square brackets, write: [deletia] It stands for everything that's been lost.
Nothing happens if you don't hit "send!
Remember that thing Truman Capote said years ago about Jack Kerouac: "That's not writing, it's typing"? I keep thinking that what we do now, with this medium of instant delivery, isn't writing, and doesn't even qualify as typing either: it's just sending.
In the time honored tradition of email, just ignore the question.
Don't send me no letter, cause I can't read.
If you cannot post it in social media do not send it in email.