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“Voicemail #1: 鈥淗i, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of 鈥� your mother. Call me.鈥�

Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of 鈥淚鈥檝e Gotta Get a Message to You鈥� by the Bee Gees.

Voicemail #3: 鈥淚鈥檓 bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That鈥檚 about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I鈥檓 bored. Call me.鈥�

Voicemail #4: 鈥淗otel California鈥� by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota.

Voicemail #5: 鈥淗i, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you鈥檙e never picking up this phone. Two, I鈥檓 never going to stop leaving long messages. It鈥檚 like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor鈥檚 dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don鈥檛 know what I鈥檓 doing here. I feel like there鈥檚 no one I can 鈥斺€�

Voicemail #6: 鈥淪o, yeah, I鈥檓 sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he鈥檚 a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle鈥檚 body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can鈥檛 remember their name now. I鈥檓 either getting senile or I鈥檝e done enough to my brain that stuff鈥檚 falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I鈥檓 always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.鈥�

Voicemail #20: 鈥淚 wish you鈥檇 answer.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“There is no such thing as a good call at 7 AM. It's been my experience that all calls between the hours of 11 PM and 9 AM are disaster calls.”
― Janet Evanovich

“all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.”
― Warsan Shire

“When the river of emotions bursts its banks and expectations go over the edges of reality, the brain creates hallucinations. Ringxiety-stricken people feel illusive vibrating alerts and hear phantom phone rings, since absence of ringing generates scaring emptiness and destroys their self-esteem. ("Kein Schwein ruft mich an" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I hate the phone. It is the worst invention in the history of the world, because if you don鈥檛 talk, nothing happens. You can鈥檛 get by with simply listening and nodding your head in all the right places. You have to talk. You have no option. It takes away my freedom of nonspeech.”
― Alice Oseman, Solitaire

“There comes a time in a man's life when he hears the call of the sea. "Hey, YOU!" are the sea's exact words.
If the man has a brain in his head, he will hang up the phone immediately.”
― Dave Barry, Dave Barry Is Not Making This Up

“Maybe I should call Aaya!(Shigure)
If you call him...(Yuki)
I'll make you eat that phone.(Kyou)

-Shigure-san,Yuki-san, Kyou-kun Shoma”
― Natsuki Takaya

“Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.”
― Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics

“My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window.”
― Katja Millay

“We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days 鈥� or hours.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“It's easier for a rich man to ride that camel through the eye of a needle directly into the Kingdom of Heaven, than for some of us to give up our cell phone.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“The phone is an instrument of intrusion into order. It is a threat to control. Just when you think you are alone and safe, the call could come that changes your life. Or someone else's. It makes the same flat, mechanical noise for everyone and gives no clues what's waiting there on the other end of the line. You can never be too careful.”
― Janice Galloway, The Trick is to Keep Breathing

“The bilateral illusion of unilateral attention was almost infantilely gratifying from an emotional standpoint: you got to believe you were receiving somebody's complete attention without having to return it. Regarded with the objectivity of hindsight, the illusion appears arational, almost literally fantastic: it would be like being able to both lie and to trust other people at the same time.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“The phone rang. Softly, in actuality, yet it seemed loud and ominous, as phones do at night in dark hotel rooms.”
― Jim Thompson, The Nothing Man

“He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“The mobile phone acts as a cursor to connect the digital and physical.”
― Marissa Mayer

“In case you鈥檙e not bright enough to figure it out, there鈥檚 a real upside to having a sinner like me answer your phone. I lie, and your conscience stays clear.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Ain't She Sweet?

“When the phone rings at 2.15am in the morning it's unlikely to be heralding something pleasant. What chance is there of its being good news? None. Only someone bad would ring at such an hour. Or someone with bad news.”
― Ben Elton, Blast from the Past

“I shouted into the phone, but there was no reply. Silence floated up from the receiver like smoke from the mouth of a gun.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“When you chronically interrupt your time with whom ever you're with to answer your phone/text you are saying that the caller is more important.”
― Jayce O'Neal

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― Winfried Georg Sebald, Vertigo

“Tunapenda kuamini kwa sababu kuamini hurahisisha mambo鈥� Usiamini. Jua.”
― Enock Maregesi

“And no you're not that important that you must always dismiss your current company to answer whomever is on the phone. Seriously, you're not.”
― Jayce O'Neal

“Kuamini (mbali na imani, ambayo ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana) ni kwa ajili ya vitu usivyoweza kuvielezea. Unaamini kwamba siku moja dawa ya UKIMWI au saratani itapatikana mahali fulani, ilhali huwezi kufanya majaribio ya kisayansi kulithibitisha hilo. Unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mia, lakini kama bado dawa haijapatikana, unaweza kusubiri hata miaka mingine mia. Kuamini ni kujifanya kujua (na mara nyingi kujifanya kujua ni uongo) na kuamini hakuhitaji maarifa. Kujua kunahitaji maarifa na ni kuamini unakoweza kukuthibitisha. Ukiniuliza kama simu yangu ipo mfukoni nitakwambia ndiyo ipo, kwa sababu nitaingiza mkono mfukoni na kuitoa na kuiona. Siamini kama ipo mfukoni, najua.”
― Enock Maregesi

“You want my advice? Put down your phone. Hug her from behind and kiss the back of her neck. Entwine your fingers with hers鈥�. You鈥檙e welcome.”
― Steve Maraboli

“LA, the city where everyone's constantly waiting for their phone to ring, and I'm part of it.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Pieces of a Broken Mind

“MY LOVE,

The day Prometheus breathed life into the new me, was the day you arrived in a little box. A shiny, futuristic black box, Pandora's box, despite my doubts I couldn't help but open it to finally meet you. Doubts, because I was happy with who I was, with who I saw looking at me through the eyes of others I presented myself to in everyday life. But I was seduced by the worlds that were promised to me if I let you into my life, who I would be with you in my pocket.
As soon as the lid came off and I swiped my fingers over your radiant surface for the first time, the world and I were bursting at the seams. What a creation we were together, to what sized we grew! My brain an encyclopedia, my body an unerring compass, my eyes and ears reaching infinitely with you as an extension of myself. Through you, I, the cyborg, could enter bewilderingly virtual spaces in which I was presently absent, meanwhile absently present in the material world of boring train rides, waiting lines, and mindless chit chats with others. I felt invincible, transformed into a citizen of the world because of you, an intellectual of unimaginable proportions for the vast sea of knowledge you allowed me to surf on, a public speaker and influencer of significance because my words and visual snippets of my days could be launched into the world with the flick of a finger, likes enticing and confirming me. How intoxicating! How wonderfully, pleasantly, intoxicating!
But I can't help but sometimes lie awake at night, my internal clock slowing down with your seductive blue light illuminating my face with 2, 457, 600 (1920脳1080) LED suns. In those moments, as my eyes are captivated by your glow, I can't help thinking about the time before you arrived, and how I sometimes miss my low definition self. You were always there, sometimes it feels like we are in fact one 鈥� finally reunited with my other Plato's half, fused into not a circle but a perfect black rectangle. Through your eyes I see the world and myself in Ultra-HD, my pixel density has never been so high.
But you are sometimes vicious, my dear 鈥� a viper, a temptress, when then again with sweet codes you reflect my most beautiful self, and I cannot help but love me through your gaze, then again with suffocating algorithms you fragment my self and blow it up to grotesque self-distortions, hurling me into an endless me-loop, that eventually disgusts and alienates me. In those moments you are a distorting mirror, a frightening black box, a black hole that swallows my attention in ways I can't see through. I see my old self disappearing in the vague, dark reflection of myself, with double chin and dull eyes, which I sometimes catch in your black glass when your suns stop dazzling me for a split second. And I can't help but wonder if my 'self' in times of its digital recombination, in which the 'I' is a fragmented multitude of pixels that never fully touch at their sides, a simulacrum, maybe has lost some of its aura.
But in the morning all is forgotten, my love, all is well. As soon as we merge back into one, as soon as I, panicked, reach for my pocket on the train, only to discover with a glow of relief that you were there after all, I can't imagine an "I" without you. Artificial by nature my self resides within your screen, I would be lost without you.”
― Elize de Mul

“Your phone can be your sidekick or your worst enemy鈥攃hoose wisely! It's a gadget that can keep you connected, help you learn, and organize your life, but it can also pull you into a black hole of mindless scrolling and endless notifications. Be careful how you wield that power! Your phone should be a tool, not a trap. Use it to level up, not to lose hours to memes and drama. Remember, you鈥檙e in control of your screen time鈥攄on鈥檛 let your phone turn into your digital overlord!”
― Life is Positive

“I can gaze into the infinity of a nighttime sky, or I can stare at my phone. And the insanity of it all is that I would somehow think that there was a choice to be made.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Reaching for your phone unintentionally and without purpose isn鈥檛 about urgency鈥攊t鈥檚 about your need to feel needed. In seeking attention, we often find ourselves wrestling with loneliness.”
― Shahanshah Hafeez