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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 32f295b | Unstuck her in time, day-sleeping in her bedroom. How old was she? Seven, seventeen, twenty-seven? Dusk or dawn? Couldn't tell by the light outside. Checked her phone. Evening. The house silent, her mother probably asleep. Out through the smell of her grandfather's fifty years of National Geographic, shelved in the hall. | William Gibson | ||
| 1731f88 | The world hadn't ever had so many moving parts or so few labels. | William Gibson | ||
| 565536d | She hung up before he could say goodbye. Stood there with her arm cocked, phone at ear-level, suddenly aware of the iconic nature of her unconscious pose. Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places, that had once belong to cigarettes, now belonged to phones. | technology | William Gibson | |
| 7b73a16 | Bugis Street, once famous for its transvestite prostitutes - the sort of place where one could have imagined Noel Coward, ripped on opium, cocaine and the local tailoring, just off his rickshaw for a night of high buggery - had, when it proved difficult to suppress, a subway station dropped on top of it. | William Gibson | ||
| e002c09 | if poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world, science-fiction writers are its court jesters. | William Gibson | ||
| 1e8e4d2 | It was such an easy thing, death. He saw that now: It just happened. You screwed up by a fraction and there it was, something chill and odorless, ballooning out from the four stupid corners of the room, your mother's Barrytown living room. | William Gibson | ||
| 899d199 | Well,' Rydell said, trying to pick up his end, 'I was watching this one old movie last night-' Sublett perked up. 'Which one?' Dunno,' Rydell said. 'This guy's in L.A. and he's just met this girl. Then he picks up a pay phone, 'cause it's ringing. Late at night. It's some guy in a missile silo somewhere who knows they've just launched theirs at the Russians. He's trying to phone his dad, or his brother, or something. Says the world's gonna .. | William Gibson | ||
| 2032c9d | Fables from before the Anaheiming. | William Gibson | ||
| 1f19fad | I knew he used women as counters in a game, Bobby Quine versus time and the night of cities. And Rikki had turned up just when he needed something to get him going, something to aim for. So he'd set her up as a symbol for everything he wanted and couldn't have, everything he'd had and couldn't keep. | William Gibson | ||
| 3dcf05c | Netherton was watching the intricate texture of her bustier, which resembled a microminiature model of some Victorian cast-iron station roof, its countless tiny panes filmed as by the coal smoke of fingerling locomotives, yet flexing as she breathed and spoke. | William Gibson | ||
| 1ae3e3f | Terrorism as we ordinarily understand it is inately media-related. The | William Gibson | ||
| 77b8883 | It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community. | William Gibson | ||
| efa8be8 | Honey," Jammer said, "you'll learn. Some things you teach yourself to remember to forget." | William Gibson | ||
| db3863c | Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. . . . | William Gibson | ||
| 158a1fe | This was nothing like Tokyo, where the past, all that remained of it, was nurtured with a nervous care. History there had become a quantity, a rare thing, parceled out by government and preserved by law and corporate funding. Here it seemed the very fabric of things, as if the city were a single growth of stone and brick, uncounted strata of message and meaning, age upon age, generated over the centuries to the dictates of some now-all-but-.. | William Gibson | ||
| 03840a4 | That evil wasn't glamorous, but just the result of ordinary half-assed badness, high school badness, given enough room, however that might happen, to become its bigger self. Bigger, with more horrible results, but never more than the cumulative weight of ordinary human baseness. | William Gibson | ||
| 8826337 | It took a month for the gestalt of drugs and tension he moved through to turn those perpetually startled eyes into wells of reflexive need. He'd watched her personality fragment, calving like an iceberg, splinters drifting away, and finally he'd seen the raw need, the hungry armature of addiction. | William Gibson | ||
| de257fc | That was before you guys turned up, the new hoodoo team. I knew this street samurai got a job working for a Special Forces type made the Wig look flat fucking normal. Her and this cowboy they'd scraped up out of Chiba, they were on to something like that. Maybe they found it. Istanbul was the last I saw of 'em. Heard she lived in London, once, a few years ago. Who the fuck knows? | William Gibson | ||
| e92e838 | Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy. | William Gibson | ||
| bf49ca2 | What Shaylene saw as Burton's primary symptom of traumatic stress, Flynne thought, was his ongoing failure to ask her out. | William Gibson | ||
| a3962bc | And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights. | William Gibson | ||
| f698cd2 | Her fingers found a random second stud and she was catapulted through the static wall, into cluttered vastness, the notional void of cyberspace, the bright grid of the matrix ranged around her like an infinite cage. | William Gibson | ||
| 3fe95ca | Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved, Kuang moving with him, evading his attackers with an ancient dance, Hideo's dance, grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die. | William Gibson | ||
| ee3d6e4 | Had me this boy once. You kinda remind me . . ." She turned and surveyed the corridor. "Johnny, his name was." | William Gibson | ||
| e5a25cd | The pop star, as we knew her" - and here he bowed slightly, in her direction - "was actually an artefact of preubiquitous media." "Of -?" "Of a state in which 'mass' media existed, if you will, within the world." "As opposed to?" "Comprising it." | William Gibson | ||
| bb21679 | There is always a point at which the terrorist ceases to manipulate the media gestalt. A point at which the violence may well escalate, but beyond which the terrorist has become symptomatic of the media gestalt itself. Terrorism as we ordinarily understand it is innately media-related. The Panther Moderns differ from other terrorists precisely in their degree of self-consciousness, in their awareness of the extent to which media divorce the.. | William Gibson | ||
| 08a3964 | It's like wearing your cock ring to meet the pope, and making sure he sees it. | William Gibson | ||
| 3ffbbd3 | Baseball gives every American boy a chance to excel. Not just to be as good as someone else, but to be better. This is the nature of man and the name of the game. - Ted Williams | William Brashler | ||
| 3b84676 | All fiction, whether straight or genre, whether literature or Literature, is a personal reinterpretation of its writers' existence during the time the fiction was written. | William Gibson | ||
| 2a82242 | How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you'd ever had them. (...) You didn't wake up every morning and say yes and yes to every little thing. But little things were what it was all made of. Or just somebody to see, there, when you woke up. | William Gibson | ||
| 771ee9f | Homo sapiens is about pattern recognition, he says. Both a gift and a trap. | William Gibson | ||
| e001e3e | He sat on the bed for a long time, savoring the new thing, the treasure. Rage. | William Gibson | ||
| 15a9e31 | He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was. | William Gibson | ||
| e4801a3 | The Ono-Sendai; next year's most expensive Hosaka computer; a Sony monitor; a dozen disks of corporate-grade ice; a Braun coffeemaker. | William Gibson | ||
| ffe359a | Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; | William Gibson | ||
| 93e468b | let us go somewhere where we can do some genuine, blackguard, poverty-stricken drinking, with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over everything! | William Gibson | ||
| c03ba47 | A sense of the Finn's presence surrounded him, smell of Cuban cigarettes, smoke locked in musty tweed, old machines given up to the mineral rituals of rust. | William Gibson | ||
| b71b498 | This is not the real cave, is it?" asked Rachel. "Can't be," said Jerry. "Must be," said Dick. "Sign says so." What a cave! Iron fencing all around it, a sign saying to keep out, even barbed wire along the top of the fence. They couldn't see the entrance to the cave. They couldn't tell how deep into the earth and rock it went. They couldn't tell whether this cave was like the cave in Tom Sawyer or what it was like... "In old times, it was b.. | Eleanor Estes | ||
| d9ea61a | Thus three conclusions emerge from the eye story: (1) it is easier to inherit a 'vision acquisition device' than a full-blown hard-wired visual analyser; (2) the visual analyser, once 'set up', is refractory to radical restructuring--hence the existence of a critical period in its development in cats; (3) the eye seems to have evolved in steps from a light-sensitive, innervated cell to our complex organ by common evolutionary mechanisms. So.. | John Maynard Smith | ||
| dd2404a | Merton. Gethsemani required a vow of silence, and at dinner if you wanted salt, you had to stare hard at the shaker until another brother noticed. One day, cutting down a tree, Jack couldn't contain himself. He held his head back and roared, "Timber." After that, his days at the monastery were numbered. Within a couple of years, he had married, and he and his young wife, Fran, who herself had just spent a year in a nunnery, opened a Catholi.. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| a94a02d | Sometimes it only takes a split second for a state of absolute calm to turn to one of horror and panic | Jill Mansell | ||
| fb6241b | Maybe one day it would happen. Maybe one day her life would start going according to plan instead of spluttering and stalling like some clapped-out old banger. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 35131e0 | On the surface she might put on a good show, making fun of herself and her manless state, but inwardly it was hard sometimes not to wonder: Why me? | Jill Mansell | ||
| e3004ba | There was an element of risk - however small - in everything. You just had to accept that and get on with it. | Jill Mansell |