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“You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.”
― Catherine Coulter, TailSpin

“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

“Seemed to me a phone was an impersonal instrument. If it felt like it, it let your personality go through its wires. If it didn't want to, it just drained your personality away until what slipped through at the other end was some cold fish of a voice, all steel, copper, plastic, no warmth, no reality. It's easy to say the wrong thing on telephones; the telephone changes your meaning on you. First thing you know, you've made an enemy. Then, of course, the telephone's such a convenient thing; it just sits there and demands you call someone who doesn't want to be called. Friends were always calling, calling, calling me. Hell, I hadn't any time of my own.”
― Ray Bradbury, Twice 22: The Golden Apples of the Sun / A Medicine for Melancholy

“Ah, well! then the young woman was only in advance of the age," said Miss Archer; "and what with that and the telephone, and that dreadful phonograph that bottles up all one says and disgorges at inconvenient times, we will soon be able to do everything by electricity; who knows but some genius will invent something for the especial use of lovers? something, for instance, to carry in their pockets, so when they are far away from each other, and pine for a sound of 'that beloved voice,' they will have only to take up this electrical apparatus, put it to their ears, and be happy. Ah! blissful lovers of the future!”
― Ella Cheever Thayer, Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes

“A world without radio is a deaf world. A world without television is a blind world. A world without telephone is a dumb world. A world without communication is indeed a crippled world.”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“Hatutakiwi kuishi kama raia wa Tanzania peke yake. Tunatakiwa kuishi kama raia wa dunia na watumishi wa utu, hasa katika kipindi hiki cha zama za utandawazi. Sina lazima ya kutoka nje kufanya utafiti wa kazi zangu siku hizi. Nje ninayo hapa ndani!”
― Enock Maregesi

“Wenn ich nur ein Telephon habe, der Wald 
wird sich finden! Ohne Telephon kann man nur 
deshalb nicht leben, weil es das Telephon gibt. 
Ohne Wald wird man nicht leben können, auch
wenn's längst keinen Wald mehr geben wird. Dies
gilt für die Menschheit. Wer über ihren Idealen
lebt, wird doch ein Sklave ihrer Bedürfnisse sein
und leichter Ersatz für den Wald als für das
Telephon finden. Die Phantasie hat ein Surrogat
an der Technik gefunden; die Technik ist ein
Surrogat, für das es keines gibt. Die Andern, die
nicht den Wald, wohl aber das Telephon in sich
haben, werden daran verarmen, daß es außen keine Wälder gibt. Die gibt es nicht, weil es innen und außen Telephone gibt. Aber weil es sie gibt, kann man ohne sie nicht leben. Denn die technischen Dinge hängen mit dein Geist so zusammen, daß eine Leere entsteht, weil sie da sind, und ein Vakuum, wenn sie nicht da sind. Was sich innerhalb der Zeit begibt, ist das unentbehrliche Nichts.”
― Karl Kraus

“A world without radio is a deaf world.A world without television is a blind world. A a world without telephone is a dumb world. A world without communication is indeed a crippled world.”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“I have always looked upon a telephone as an official kind of machine which you prepared for with fasting and prayer, and only had recourse to when strictly necessary for important business.”
― C.N. Williamson

“Telephone conversations are so inadequate, so lacking in expression and gesture and everything.”
― Jo Walton, Among Others

“Quite simple,â€� said the chairman, “you haven’t really come into contact with our authorities. All those contacts are merely apparent, but in your case, because of your ignorance of the situation here, you think they’re real. As for the telephone: look, in my own house, though I certainly deal often with the authorities, there’s no telephone. At inns and in places like that it may serve a useful purpose, along the lines, say, of an automated phonograph, but that’s all. Have you ever telephoned here, you have? Well then, perhaps you can understand me. At the Castle the telephone seems to work extremely well; I’ve been told the telephones up there are in constant use, which of course greatly speeds up the work. Here on our local telephones we hear that constant telephoning as a murmuring and singing, you must have heard it too. Well, this murmuring and singing is the only true and reliable thing that the local telephones convey to us, everything else is deceptive. There is no separate telephone connection to the Castle and no switchboard to forward our calls; when anyone here calls the Castle, all the telephones in the lowest-level departments ring, or all would ring if the ringing mechanism on nearly all of them were not, and I know this for certain, disconnected. Now and then, though, an overtired official needs some diversion—especially late in the evening or at night—and turns on the ringing mechanism, then we get an answer, though an answer that’s no more than a joke. That’s certainly quite understandable. For who can claim to have the right, simply because of some petty personal concerns, to ring during the most important work, conducted, as always, at a furious pace? Nor can I understand how even a stranger can believe that if he calls Sordini, for instance, it really is Sordini who answers. Quite the contrary, it’s probably a lowly filing clerk from an entirely different department. But it can happen, if only at the most auspicious moment, that someone telephones the lowly filing clerk and Sordini himself answers. Then of course it's best to run from the telephone before hearing a sound.”
― Franz Kafka, The Castle

“There was an off-planet directory next to an old rotary phone that looked lost, as if it had wandered in the room and was actually looking for a more modern facility.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“Please stop redirecting my calls!" Kelvin screamed into the receiver, the cord wrapped and strangling his left arm and right foot like a boa constrictor that only vaguely understood how it's supposed to catch prey.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit