The telephone book is full of facts, but it doesn't contain a single idea.
We had no idea that in as little as 35 years more than half the people on Earth would have cellular telephones, and they give the phones away to people for nothing.
Easy is to occupy a place in a telephone book. Difficult is to occupy someone's heart; know that you're really loved.
If it is mind that we are searching the brain, then we are supposing the brain to be much more than a telephone-exchange. We are supposing it to be a telephone-exchange along with subscribers as well.
My dear father always said that when everybody had a telephone nobody would have any manners, because there wouldn't be time for them. And of course he was perfectly right.
Never once, during any of my bouts of depression, had I been inclined or able to pick up a telephone and ask a friend for help. It wasn't in me.
I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I'm never served a cooked telephone.
Happiness is a house without a telephone.
Alexander Graham Bell was the first person to ever sarcastically say hello. Hellooo, I invented the telephone!
Elizabeth Taylor has more chins than the Chinese telephone directory.
Everyone has a telephone. Whether they can afford it or not. It's one of those things that people have, regardless of their income.
Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called. . . duct tape.
So that's the telephone? They ring, and you run.
For people who have been raised on text-based interactions, just speaking on the telephone can be high bandwidth to the point of anxiety.
When I'm governor. . . I'll be the first governor with a listed telephone number.
And it's okay if you have to go away. Oh, just remember the telephone works both ways ((You and I Both))
I have to say that I've reached the state of my career where I quite like not to work. Strange enough, I'm busier than ever. I'm not spending every waking hour beside a telephone waiting for it to ring.
When Prince Charles speaks, everybody pretends to be fascinated, even though he has never said anything interesting except in that intercepted telephone conversation wherein he expressed the desire to be a feminine hygeine product.
Dying's not so bad. At least I won't have to answer the telephone.