Quotes from Ernest Cline

Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny. I

Ontologically Anthropocentric Sensory Immersive Simulation was a big place.

The world's population was fast approaching ten billion people, and Mother Earth was making it abundantly clear that she could no longer sustain all of us

Douglas Adams. Kurt Vonnegut. Neal Stephenson. Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny

I was going off the rails on a crazy train. You could practically hear Ozzy screaming "All aboard!" Don

I knew Samantha wasn't going to approve.

Raw neural input, from a brain that was not my own.

L0hengrin saw me noticing this and nodded her approval. But she didn't say anything

No one in the world ever gets what thet want, ans that is beautiful.

Creé Oasis porque nunca me sentí a gusto en el mundo real. No conectaba bien con su gente. Durante toda mi vida tuve miedo. Hasta el momento en que supe que llegaba a su fin. Fue entonces cuando me di cuenta de que, por más aterradora y dolorosa que pueda ser, también es el único lugar donde puede encontrarse la verdadera felicidad. Porque la realidad es real. ¿Entiendes? —Sí

I wasn't ready for any of that. I was still truly, madly, deeply in love with Samantha. And I was still reeling from losing my virginity to her just a few days earlier. I didn't want to be unfaithful to her. I figured that cheating was cheating, whether it was live or it was Memorex.

Reality didn't feel any more real than the OASIS had just felt to me. My senses couldn't discern between the two.

No giant two-headed hermaphrodite demon unicorn avatars were allowed. Not on school grounds, anyway. You

It's cool to use the computer, don't let the computer use you…. There is a war going on. The battlefield's in the mind. And the prize is the soul. July 19, 1999

I bent down to read the inscription: GSS—13th Floor—Vault #42–8675309.

we spread across the entire planet like an unstoppable virus.

That's because most gunters are male, and they can't accept the idea that a woman has beaten and/or outsmarted them.

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

Land of the Lost, Thundarr the Barbarian, He-Man, Schoolhouse Rock!, G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle.

I never wanted to return to the real world. Because the real world sucked. I

humans were still just a bunch of bipedal apes, divided into arbitrary tribes that were constantly at war over their ruined planet's dwindling natural resources.

Some people define themselves by railing against all of the things they hate, while explaining why everyone else should hate it too.

I was still in love with her. And I always would be. I just wanted to live long enough to correct my mistakes and redeem myself in her eyes, if I could.

Someone had keyed my car.