Quotes About Consciousness

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. .

Okay, she said. What are the nodal points? Laney looked at the bubbles on the surface of his beer. It's like seeing things in clouds, Laney said. Except the things you see are really there.

and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . .

He found himself wondering about the mind he shared these sensations with. What did he know about her?

He could have anything in there," Gentry said, pausing to look down at the unconscious face. He spun on his heel and began his pacing again. "A world. Worlds. Any number of personality-constructs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I, insofar as I have an I

It always makes me uncomfortable," Netherton said, "to see them learn they're in a stub. And then they all immediately assume we're from their future.

The result of hybridization of two lines of military research. One toward uploading aspects of human consciousness, the other toward an expert system focused on a particular sort of warfare.

Not sentient, yet as Lowbeer had pointed out, effortlessly anthropomorphized. An anthropomorph, really, to be disanthropomorphized.

Something that induced a dissociative state. It was difficult to complain about a dissociative state.

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

I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

Sleep is where we touch what is better left unexamined. There, the whole of life is bundled up, dwindled. There the carefully hoarded and enjoyed personality, our only treasure and at the same time our only defense must die into the ultimate truth of things, the black lightning that splits and destroys all, the positive, unquestionable nothingness.

If you accept life dully, you can go through it moving not among things but among words.

I've always been puzzled, and am still at this moment in a state of confusion, between the imaginative world and the real world. It is perfectly true to say that I have at some times in my life found that the imaginative world had pushed the real world right out of the way, and was literally more real.

We don't know much about our current selves, do we?

could a face have been fashioned to fit the attitude of his consciousness where it lay suspended between life and death that face would have worn a snarl.

It seems to me that we do live in two worlds... there is this physical one, which is coherant, and there is the spiritual one, which to the average man with his flashes of religious experience, is very often incoherant. This experience of having two worlds to live in all the time, or not all the time, is a vital one, and is what living is like.

Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie to yourself.

It was 5.48, and she knew that she would never die.

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.

Each of us literally chooses, by his way of attending to things, what sort of universe he shall appear to himself to inhabit.