Quotes from William Gibson

professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan

A part of him knew that the arc of his self-destruction was glaringly obvious to his customers, who grew steadily fewer, but that same part of him basked in the knowledge that it was only a matter of time.

Know what 'collateral damage' means?" "People get hurt because they happen to be near something that somebody needs to happen?

I'm allergic to Best Ofs, canon of all sorts, rankings, comparison. I love the bottomless Borgesian library.

Apophenia, Win had declared it, after due consideration and in his careful way: the spontaneous perception of connections and meaningfulness in unrelated things.

So you see, Case, you need us. You need us as badly as you did when we scraped you up from the gutter.

If this were my country, Odile said, wrinkling her nose, I would not be angry. No? Hollis asked. I would drink all the time. Take pill. Anything.

The future is already here – it's just not very evenly distributed.

Ngemi creaks, beside her. "Was he in a better mood, then?" he asks. "He showed me his gun." "This is England, girl," Ngemi says. "People don't have guns.

Russians, who had themselves first been attracted to London by the City's meta-criminal financial arcana, plus the lavish culture of personal amenities for those requiring same.

I improvise. It's my greatest talent. I prefer situations to plans

You dead awhile there, mon." "It happens," he said. "I'm getting used to it." "You dealin' wi' th' darkness, mon." "Only game in town, it looks like." "Jah love, Case

ORDINARY SAD-ASS HUMANNESS

Case gasped as his internal organs were pulled into a different configuration.

stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for

All he could stand," said Meredith, someone whose intelligence protruded through her beauty, Milgrim felt, like the outline of unforgiving machinery pressing against a taut silk scarf.

The courier presses his forehead against layers of glass, argon, high-impact plastic. He watches a gunship traverse the city's middle distance like a hunting wasp, death slung beneath its thorax in a smooth black pod.

If you wish to know an era, study its most lucid nightmares. In the mirrors of our darkest fears, much will be revealed. But don't mistake those mirrors for road maps to the future, or even to the present.

He gestured for it to sit. The bench vibrated briefly in anticipation, shedding drops of rain. The peripheral sat.

Shaylene had big hair without actually having it, Flynne's mother had once said. Something that came up through any remake, like marker ink through latex paint.

The portraits were monochrome photographs of men in dark suits and ties, four very sober gentlemen whose lapels were decorated with small metal emblems of the kind her father sometimes wore. Though her mother had told her that the cubes contained ghosts, the ghosts of her father's evil ancestors, Kumiko found them more fascinating than frightening.

By the time they arrive at Notting Hill, whatever rogue aspect of personality has been driving this morning's expedition seems to have decamped, leaving her feeling purposeless and confused.

Do I look like a metaphysician?" "You look like a guy in an office. What exactly do you do there, Wilf?

His toes were making little squelching noises, each time he took a step, and what if the last thing you knew before you died was just some pathetic discomfort like that, like your shoes were soaked and your socks were wet, and you weren't ever going to get to change them? Rydell