The news automatically becomes the real world for the TV user and is not a substitute for reality, but is itself an immediate reality.
If the work of the city is the remaking or translating of man into a more suitable form than his nomadic ancestors achieved, then might not our current translation of our entire lives into the spiritual form of information seem to make of the entire.
The real news is bad news.
Life. Consider the alternative.
I wouldn’t have seen it if I hadn’t believed it.
All media work us over completely.
One thing about which fish know exactly nothing is water, since they have no anti-environment which would enable them to perceive the element they live in.
If the nineteenth century was the age of the editorial chair, ours is the century of the psychiatrist’s couch.
A typewriter is a means of transcribing thought, not expressing it.
The more the data banks record about each one of us, the less we exist.
A commercial society whose members are essentially ascetic and indifferent in social ritual has to be provided with blueprints and specifications for evoking the right tone for every occasion.
An administrator in a bureaucratic world is a man who can feel big by merging his non-entity in an abstraction. A real person in touch with real things inspires terror in him.
The new electronic independence re-creates the world in the image of a global village.
The spoken word was the first technology by which man was able to let go of his environment in order to grasp it in a new way.
The printing press was at first mistaken for an engine of immortality by everybody except Shakespeare.
The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.
Affluence creates poverty.
Canada is the only country in the world that knows how to live without an identity.
Antipathy, dissimilarity of views, hate, contempt, can accompany true love.
Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today’s job with yesterday’s tools and yesterday’s concepts.