William Gibson Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by William Gibson
William Gibson Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I can't imagine writing a book without some strong female characters, unless that was a demand of the setting.
the mall crowds swaying like wind-blown grass, a field of flesh shot through with sudden eddies of need and gratification
Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others
Was it Laurie Anderson who said that VR would never look real until they learned how to put some dirt in it?
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.
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.
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.
Japan Air's orbital terminus was a white toroid studded with domes and ringed with the dark-rimmed oval openings of docking bays.
Three in the morning.
Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water.
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 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.
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.
Indeed, today, reliance on broadcasting is the very definition of a technologically backward society.
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.
Friday, August 04, 2006
MONUMENT
posted 8:31 AM
Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.
MONUMENT
posted 8:31 AM
Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.
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.
I don't much live my life as if I was living in a Raymond Chandler novel, which is probably a good thing.
That's something that tends to happen with new technologies generally: The most interesting applications turn up on a battlefield, or in a gallery.
But I suppose that is the way of an artiste, no? You needed this world built for you, this beach, this place. To die.
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.
"Cyberspace is everting." It's interpenetrating our everyday reality to the point that on-line is our normal waking state.
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.
The thing that 'Neuromancer' predicts as being actually like the Internet isn't actually like the Internet at all!
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.
"That's right," I said, "or even worse, it could be perfect.
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.
It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.