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9f7808f
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Hollis thought he looked like William Burroughs, minus the bohemian substrate (or perhaps the methadone). Like someone who'd be invited quail shooting with the vice-president, though too careful to get himself shot.
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William Gibson |
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580dd80
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Voodou isn't like that. It isn't concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it's about is getting things done. You follow me? In out system, there are many gods, spirits. Part of one big family, with all the virtues, all the vices. There's a ritual tradition of communal manifestation, understand? Voodou says, there's a God, sure, Gran Met, but He's big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you c..
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voodou
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William Gibson |
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9a47646
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Canadian cities looked the way American cities did on television.
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humor
cities
urban-planning
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William Gibson |
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8bf6072
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Reading, his therapist had suggested, had likely been his first drug.
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William Gibson |
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dda0c10
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Are you - are you sad?" - No. "But your - your songs are sad." - My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells."
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William Gibson |
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adbcc56
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And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information.
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William Gibson |
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e4d5535
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Paranoia, he said, was fundamentally egocentric, and every conspiracy theory served in some way to aggrandize the believer. But he was also fond of saying, at other times, that even paranoid schizophrenics have enemies.
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paranoia
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William Gibson |
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f32b40c
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It is a way now, approximately, of being at home. The forum has become one of the most consistent places of her life, like a familiar cafe that exists someone outside geography and beyond time zones. There are perhaps twenty regular posters on F:F:F:, and some muchlarger and uncounted number of lurkers. And right now there are three people in Chat. But there's no way of knowing exactly who until you are in there, and the chat room she find..
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forum
online
community
internet
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William Gibson |
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e8fec0d
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Case shuffled into the nearest door and watched the other passengers as he rode. A pair of predatory-looking Christian Scientists were edging toward a trio of young office techs who wore idealized holographic vaginas on their wrists, wet pink glittering under the harsh lighting. The techs licked their perfect lips nervously and eyed the Christian Scientists from beneath lowered metallic lids. The girls looked like tall, exotic grazing anima..
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scifi
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William Gibson |
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72cf1b3
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My first impulse, when presented with any spanking-new piece of computer hardware, is to imagine how it will look in ten years' time, gathering dust under a card table in a thrift shop.
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William Gibson |
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b3b0c02
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His vision crawled with ghost hieroglyphs, translucent lines of symbols arranging themselves against the neutral backdrop of the bunker wall. He looked at the backs of his hands, saw faint neon molecules crawling beneath the skin, ordered by the unknowable code. He raised his right hand and moved it experimentally. It left a faint, fading trail of strobed afterimages.
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William Gibson |
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28c9994
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Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.
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prose
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William Gibson |
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9b961b9
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To call up a demon you must learn its name. Men dreamed that, once, but now it is real in another way. You know that, Case. Your business is to learn the names of programs, the long formal names, names the owners seek to conceal. True names . . .
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William Gibson |
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1b5e2c5
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Cliches became cliches for a reason; that they usually hold at least a modicum of truth, and the following cliche is truer than most: You can't know where you're going if you don't know where you've been.
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William Gibson |
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27e9f82
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Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.
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William Gibson |
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d2e9537
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The Matrix has its roots in primitive arcade games,' said the voice-over, 'in early graphics programs and military experimentation with cranial jacks.' On the Sony, a two-dimensional space war faded behind a forest of mathematically generated ferns, demonstrating the spatial possibilities of logarithmic spirals; cold blue military footage burned through, lab animals wired into test systems, helmets feeding into fire control circuits of tank..
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William Gibson |
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c164618
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When we do the best we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.
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inspirational-quotes
life
miracles
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William Gibson |
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fe0aaee
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And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang's sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case's sensory input warped with their velocity. His mouth filled with an aching taste of blue. His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sounds of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine spines. The spines split, bisected, split again, exponential growth under the dome of the ..
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future
science
matrix
science-fiction
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William Gibson |
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618ed20
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INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams.
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William Gibson |
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688f40f
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Something he'd found and lost so many times. It belonged, he knew - he remembered - as she pulled him down, to the meat, the flesh the cowboys mocked. It was a vast thing, beyond knowing, a sea of information coded in spiral and pheromone, infinite intricacy that only the body, in its strong blind way, could ever read.
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William Gibson |
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cffb511
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Home.
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William Gibson and Bruce Sterling |
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9a6b90f
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You are exhibiting symptoms of urban singles angst. There are cures for this. Drink up. Go.
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William Gibson |
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ea77df6
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What you need to remember, with these guys, is that they don't know they're con men. They're wildly overconfident. Omnipotence, omniscience--that's part of the mythology that surrounds the Special Forces....Your guy can walk in the door and promise training in something he personally doesn't know how to do, and not even realize he's bullshitting about his own capabilities. It's a special kind of gullibility....
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gullibility
overconfidence
special-forces
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William Gibson |
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db61d4f
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His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.
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William Gibson |
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302d0de
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I did not come to this country for the terror from paramilitary," declared Voytek, hoarsely. "I did not come to this country for . But motherfucker is . Is carceral state, surveillance state. Orwell. You have read Orwell?"
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motherfucker
immigration
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William Gibson |
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30e676a
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Power, in Case's world, meant corporate power. The zaibatsus, the multinationals that shaped the course of human history, had transcended old barriers. Viewed as organisms, they had attained a kind of immortality. You couldn't kill a zaibatsu by assassinating a dozen key executives; there were others waiting to step up the ladder, assume the vacated position, access the vast banks of corporate memory...
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corporations
hobby-lobby
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William Gibson |
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4ec5b19
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You will come with us. We are at home with situations of legal ambiguity. The treaties under which our arm of the Registry operates grant us a great deal of flexibility. And we create flexibility, in situations where it is required.
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William Gibson |
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622ec6b
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In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic canister without breaking stride.
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vomit
memory
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William Gibson |
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1e4f138
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It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.
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street
power
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William Gibson |
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51682d7
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We're an information economy. They teach you that in school. What they don't tell you is that it's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information. Fragments that can be retrieved, amplified...
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William Gibson |
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72155c0
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If you knew enough Greek, she thought, you could assemble a word that meant divination via the pattern of grease left on a paper plate by broasted potatoes. But it would be a long word.
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potatoes
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William Gibson |
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45447af
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Encryption isn't optional, when we address one another," she said."
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William Gibson |
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31f0f7e
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Maelcum a rude boy," said the other, "an' a righteous tug pilot."
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William Gibson |
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271d9d1
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I'm away for a while. But there's no cash on the premises, no drugs, and the pitbull's tested positive. Twice.
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William Gibson |
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6815296
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If you fancy resenting the tedious, I recommend intentional communities, particularly those led by charismatics." "You"
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William Gibson |
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ebc1a6a
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Really, my artiste, you amaze me. The lengths you will go to in order to accomplish your own destruction. The redundancy of it! In Night City, you had it, in the palm of your hand! The speed to eat your sense away, drink to keep it all so fluid, Linda for a sweeter sorrow, and the street to hold the axe. How far you've come, to do it now, and what grotesque props. . . . Playgrounds hung in space, castles hermetically sealed, the rarest rots..
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William Gibson |
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a8d9bd6
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Take me home," she said, and the words hit me like a whip. I think I shook my head. "Take me home." There were levels of pain there, and subtlety, and an amazing cruelty. And I knew then that I'd never been hated, ever, as deeply or thoroughly as this wasted little girl hated me now, hated me for the way I'd looked, then looked away, beside Rubin's all-beer refrigerator.
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William Gibson |
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eaaea77
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She is like a little safe, locked, that no one can open. Perhaps there is a treasure inside.
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William Gibson |
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217ee4f
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A middleman's business is to make himself a necessary evil.
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William Gibson |
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21878ee
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At another time she asked,'what is a soul?' ' No one knows,'I replied; 'but we know it is not the body, and it is that part of us which thinks and loves and hopes'...[and] is invisible...'But if I write what my soul thinks,'she said, 'then it will be visible, and the words will be its body.
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inspirational-quotes
life-quotes
helen-keller
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William Gibson |
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01b54df
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Wintermute was a simple cube of white light, that very simplicity suggesting extreme complexity.
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William Gibson |
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a992cd6
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She's right, Kate's right, I'm right and you're wrong. If you drive her away from here it will be over my dead-- chair, has it never occurred to you at on one occasion you might be consummately wrong?
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independence
wrong-and-right
james-keller
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William Gibson |
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e49977f
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Hitler had had entirely too brilliant a graphics department, and had understood the power of branding all too well.
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nazis
marketing
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William Gibson |
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d626c1d
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Laney felt the pills he'd taken, the ones that were supposed to cushion the jet lag, drop out from under him like some kind of rotten pharmacological scaffolding.
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William Gibson |