Quotes from William Gibson

How's that different from being paranoid?" "Same. Except not crazy.

Japan Air's orbital terminus was a white toroid studded with domes and ringed with the dark-rimmed oval openings of docking bays.

Porphyre followed her to the base of the stairs. He'd stayed near her during the meal, as though he sensed her new unease. No, she thought, not new; the old, the always, the now and ever was.

He pulled out into the mirror-image traffic. The rain was running and pooling, tugging reflected neon out of the perpendicular and spreading it in wriggly lines across sidewalk and pavement.

Wintermute was hive mind, decision maker, effecting changes in the world outside. Neuromancer was personality. Neuromancer was immortality.

Stonestreet producing a pack of cigarettes called Silk Cut, which Cayce, never a smoker, thinks of as somehow being the British equivalent of the Japanese Mild Seven. Two default brands of creatives.

is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly.

El cráneo era clara y preocupantemente visible; parecía estar pocas micras más allá de lo que el tiempo había respetado de su rostro. —

Terrorism," said the rental. "We prefer not to use that term," said Lowbeer, studying her candle flame with something that looked to Netherton to be regret, "if only because terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state." She

That's something that tends to happen with new technologies generally: the most interesting applications turn up on the battlefield, or in a gallery.

Ain't all that simple," he said. "It's everything I been brought up to be. Can't all be bullshit, can it?" Rydell, glancing over at him, took pity. "Naw," he said, "I guess it wouldn't have to be, necessarily, all of it, but it's just—" "What they bring you all up to be, Berry?" Rydell had to think about it. "Republican," he said, finally.

He wore shoes that made her think of old French priests, bicycling

The concrete walls were overlaid with graffiti, years of them twisting into a single metascrawl of rage and frustration.

Now Gentry went to the big display unit, the projection table. "There are worlds within worlds," he said. "Macrocosm, microcosm.

Basically they were just assholes, though, and took it as the measure of God's satisfaction with them that everybody else thought they were assholes.

But the mind had its own ideas, and Kihn's opinion of what I was already thinking of as my "sighting" rattled endlessly, through my head in a tight, lopsided orbit. Semiotic ghosts.

Now Gentry went to the big display unit, the projection table. "There are worlds within worlds," he said. "Macrocosm, microcosm. We carried an entire universe across a bridge tonight, and that which is above is like that below.… It was obvious, of course, that such things must exist, but I'd not dared to hope.…

I imagine you're actually rather good at what you do, in spite of certain disadvantages. Disadvantage and peculiar competence can go hand in hand, I find.

Tokyu Hands assumes that the customer is very serious about something. If that happens to be shining a pair of shoes, and the customer is sufficiently serious about it, he or she may need the very best German sole-edge enamel available—for the museum-grade weekly restoration of the sides of the soles.

Indeed, today, reliance on broadcasting is the very definition of a technologically backward society.

a trio of young office techs who wore idealized holographic vaginas on their wrists, wet pink glittering under the harsh lighting.

Vodou says, there's God, sure, Gran Met, 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.

modelos de información: las señales que un particular creaba inadvertidamente en la red mientras observaba los asuntos mundanos y aun así indefinidamente múltiples de una sociedad digital

Lonny Zone stepped forward, tall and cadaverous, moving with the slow undersea grace of his addiction.