Quotes from William Gibson

Don't anticipate outcome," the man said. "Await the unfolding of events. Remain in the moment.

Understanding otaku-hood, I think, is one of the keys to understanding the culture of the Web. There is something profoundly postnational about it, extra-geographic. We are all curators, in the postmodern world, whether we want to be or not.

let us go somewhere where we can do some genuine, blackguard, poverty-stricken drinking, with no false gingerbread glitter thrown over everything!

Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.

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.

Had me this boy once. You kinda remind me . . ." She turned and surveyed the corridor. "Johnny, his name was.

Like when you're young, you figure you're unique. I was young.

No idea. None whatever. That's exactly what makes it so interesting.

Perched on the edge of Case's worktable like some kind of state of the art gargoyle

Nothing before the 2020s has ever seemed entirely real, to me. Hard to imagine they weren't constantly happy, given all they still had. Tigers, for instance.

The bosses, the big'uns, they can take all manner of things away from us. With their bloody laws and factories and courts and banks...they can make the world to their pleasure, they can take away your home and kin and even the work you do. But they can't ever take what you know, now can they, Sybil? They can't ever take that.

And the Yak, they can afford to move so fucking slow, man, they'll wait years and years. Give you a whole life, just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away. Patient like a spider. Zen spiders.

You're from the future, Mr Netherton? Not exactly, he said. I'm in the future that would result from my not being here. But since I am, it isn't your future. Here.

Berry," Pursley said, "you're in trouble, son. A cop. And an honest one. In trouble. In deep, spectacular, and, please, I have to say this, clearly heroic shit.

thin and elegant as a mantis

The counters that fronted the booths displayed hundreds of slivers of microsoft

Vodou says, there's God, sure, Gran Mèt, but He's big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you can't get laid. Come on, man, you know how this works, it's street religion, came out of a dirt-poor place a million years ago. Vodou's like the street. Some duster chops out your sister, you don't go camp on the Yakuza's doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody, though, who can get the thing done.

She rode him that way, impaling herself, slipping down on him again and again, until they both had come, his orgasm flaring blue in a timeless space, a vastness like the matrix, where the faces were shredded and blown away down hurricane corridors, and her inner thighs were strong and wet against his hips.

She was big on patination. That was how quality wore in, she said, as opposed to out. Distressing, on the other hand, was the faking of patination, and was actually a way of concealing a lack of quality.

But did it wake, Kumiko wondered, when the alley was empty? Did its laser vision scan the silent fall of midnight snow?

Not if I remember to take my pills, he said, as a tangible wave of longing hit him, lust and loneliness riding in on the wavelength of amphetamine.

Listen to your enemies,' " Bigend said, " 'for God is speaking.

Voytek is here, to fuck penguin.

THEY ATE LUNCH in a Mexican place called Dirty Is God.