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I wanted to make room for antiheroes.

Even the delusionally paranoid have enemies.

If god made anything better, he kept it for himself

I'm a reluctant writer of non-fiction, in part because I don't really feel qualified.

I can't imagine writing a book without some strong female characters, unless that was a demand of the setting.

abs you could do laundry on, the

the mall crowds swaying like wind-blown grass, a field of flesh shot through with sudden eddies of need and gratification

Genuinely ubiquitous computing spreads like warm Vaseline.

We're living in a future that's weirder than anybody except possibly.

Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

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

Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others

Zion smelled of cooked vegetables, humanity, and ganja.

Was it Laurie Anderson who said that VR would never look real until they learned how to put some dirt in it?

The future is already upon us, it is just unevenly distributed.

It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.

Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem thorned with bright chrome.

Novels set in imaginary futures are necessarily about the moment in which they are written.

Enlightenment is "being," and it grows; it's end is serenity.

You need to learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work

Far more creativity, today, goes into marketing of products than into the products themselves

Whenever the media do try to pick it up, it slides like a lone noodle from their chopsticks.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

Those fuckers," Janice said, meaning the football players, "they get me doing hate Kegels.

The Ono-Sendai; next year's most expensive Hosaka computer; a Sony monitor; a dozen disks of corporate-grade ice; a Braun coffeemaker.

Sometimes, I feel like a time traveller, cause the only way that we can really travel in time is just to get older.

Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.

As individuals steadily lose degrees of privacy, so too do corporations and states.

thin and elegant as a mantis

Bartender's smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was

Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.

Angie called pause again, rose from the bed, went to the window. She felt an elation, an unexpected sense of strength and inner unity.

I don't think about the real future very much.

Canadian cities looked the way American cities did on television.

You can't get clever men to fight such a system, as it makes too much sense to 'em.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

Maelcum a rude boy," said the other, "an' a righteous tug pilot.

If there's anything better, God kept it for himself.

Fables from before the Anaheiming.

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

He took a duck in the face at 250 knots.

Three in the morning.
Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water.

Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places that had once belonged to cigarettes now belonged to phones.

My problem is that all things are increasingly interesting to me

My way through these small patches of virtual real-estate - or do I somehow imagine that I am performing some more dynamic function? The

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

The world hadn't ever had so many moving parts or so few labels.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

Somewhere, deep within her, surfaces a tiny clockwork submarine. There are times when you can only take the next step. And then another.

The street finds its own uses for things.

I'm always interested in the spooky repurposing of everyday things.

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

Armitage smiled, a smile that meant as much as the twitch of some insect's antenna.

Tim Powers is a brilliant writer.

I'm not a very intentional writer. I try to be as unintentional as possible. What I basically try to do is invite the zeitgeist in to tea.

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Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.

Boy, I was daid.

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

Hitler had had entirely too brilliant a graphics department, and had understood the power of branding all too well.

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.

A dream long lost in the compulsive effort to fill space, to replicate some family image of self.

It doesn't matter how fast your modem is if you're being shelled by ethnic separatists.

The future is here - it just has not been uniformly distributed.

ADVENTURE CAPITALISTS

I don't much live my life as if I was living in a Raymond Chandler novel, which is probably a good thing.

I think with one exception I've never changed an opening sentence after a book was completed.

It's like wearing your cock ring to meet the pope, and making sure he sees it.

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

He'd lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he'd almost forgotten what real fear was.

Reading, his therapist had suggested, had likely been his first drug.

But I suppose that is the way of an artiste, no? You needed this world built for you, this beach, this place. To die.

His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan)

In 1981, I was a futurist - or at least I was a guy who put on a futurist hat occasionally - and I wrote about the 21st century.

It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information.

Something she'd gotten from Burton

The street has its own use for things.

Annie: Maybe you all do. It's my idea of the original sin.
James: What is?
Annie: Giving up.

"Cyberspace is everting." It's interpenetrating our everyday reality to the point that on-line is our normal waking state.

Homo sapiens is about pattern recognition, he says. Both a gift and a trap.

A middleman's business is to make himself a necessary evil.

We monitor many frequencies. We listen always. Came a voice, out of the babel of tongues, speaking to us. It played us a mighty dub.

Laney had recently noticed that the only people who had titles that clearly described their jobs had jobs he wouldn't have wanted.

Her four pupils bored into his, her white face perfectly immobile. "Altruism? What's happening to you?" "I don't know," he said.

You are exhibiting symptoms of urban singles angst. There are cures for this. Drink up. Go.

I don't always like writing, but I very much like having written.

Ghosts are nothing if not capricious.

The thing that 'Neuromancer' predicts as being actually like the Internet isn't actually like the Internet at all!

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

The future's here already. It's just unevenly distributed.

He robbed a bank in Wichita.

Hell of a world we live in, huh? ( ... ) But it could be worse, huh?"
"That's right," I said, "or even worse, it could be perfect.

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

Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.

Fuck it. Just fuck it.

It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.

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

It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.