Quotes About Progress

The future is here, it's just not widely distributed yet.

carbon ribbon. There were

That printer'll only be the thirty-third in this state.

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.

true home of a generation of completely uninhibited technophiles. She was talking about those odds and ends of "futuristic" Thirties and Forties architecture you pass daily in American cities without noticing;

Interface evolves toward transparency. The one you have to devote the least conscious effort to, survives, prospers.

She's a surprisingly advanced product of the early militarization of machine intelligence

abs you could do laundry on, the

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

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

We call it getting a haircut," Flynne said, giving him a look as she got to her feet, "back in frontier days.

imaginary futures are always, regardless of what the authors might think, about the day in which they're written.

Spire stood on spire in gleaming ziggurat steps that climbed to a central golden temple tower ringed with the crazy radiator flanges of the Mongo gas stations.

I remember the people I've heard complain about the very texture of digital images, filmless film: how it lacks richness, depth. I've heard the same thing said about CDs. Someone once told me that it was Mark Twain who turned in the first typewritten manuscript, and this was generally thought to be a Bad Thing: Work composed on a machine would naturally lack richness, depth.

ancient television and withdrew a silver-black vacuum tube. "See this? Part of my DNA, sort of. . . ." He tossed the thing into the shadows and Case heard it pop and tinkle. "You're always building models. Stone circles. Cathedrals. Pipe-organs. Adding machines.

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

Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.

After she'd called for the car, they waited outside while it drove itself over.

I dislike calling them stubs," Lowbeer said. "They're short because we've only just initiated them, by reaching into the past and making that first contact. We should call them branches, as they literally are.

nothing acquires quite as rapid or peculiar a patina of age as an imaginary future.

Everything changed.

Perhaps the various burnings of the Alexandria Library were necessary, like those Australian Forest Fires without which the new seeds cannot burst their shells and make a young, healthy forest.

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grown-ups would do.

Roger's arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins.