Quotes from Gibson's Neuromancer
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‘I try to plan, in your sense of the word, but that isn’t my basic mode, really. I improvise. It’s my greatest talent. I prefer situations to plans, you see... Really, I’ve had to deal with givens. I can sort a great deal of information, and sort it very quickly.’
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 146. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy
He stared down into the Imperial Gardens, the star in his hand, remembering his flash of comprehension as the Kuang program had penetrated the ice beneath the towers, his single glimpse of the structure of information 3Jane’s dead mother had evolved there. He’d understood then why Wintermute had chosen the nest to represent it, but he’d felt no revulsion. She’d seen through the shame immortality of cryogenics; unlike Ashpool and their other children – aside from 3Jane – she’d refused to stretch her time into a series of warm blinks strung along a chain of winter.
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 314-315. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy
‘I’m not Wintermute now.’
‘So what are you.’ He drank from the flask, feeling nothing.
‘I’m the matrix, Case.’
Case laughed. ‘Where’s that get you?’
‘Nowhere. Everywhere. I’m the sum total of the works, the whole show.’
‘That what 3Jane’s mother wanted?’
‘No. She couldn’t imagine what I’d be like.’ The yellow smile widened.
‘So what’s the score? How are things different? You running the world now? You God?’
‘Things aren’t different. Things are things’.
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 315-316. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 146. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy
He stared down into the Imperial Gardens, the star in his hand, remembering his flash of comprehension as the Kuang program had penetrated the ice beneath the towers, his single glimpse of the structure of information 3Jane’s dead mother had evolved there. He’d understood then why Wintermute had chosen the nest to represent it, but he’d felt no revulsion. She’d seen through the shame immortality of cryogenics; unlike Ashpool and their other children – aside from 3Jane – she’d refused to stretch her time into a series of warm blinks strung along a chain of winter.
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 314-315. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy
‘I’m not Wintermute now.’
‘So what are you.’ He drank from the flask, feeling nothing.
‘I’m the matrix, Case.’
Case laughed. ‘Where’s that get you?’
‘Nowhere. Everywhere. I’m the sum total of the works, the whole show.’
‘That what 3Jane’s mother wanted?’
‘No. She couldn’t imagine what I’d be like.’ The yellow smile widened.
‘So what’s the score? How are things different? You running the world now? You God?’
‘Things aren’t different. Things are things’.
- Gibson, W., 1993, p. 315-316. Neuromancer. London: HarperCollins Science Fiction & Fantasy