The street finds its own uses for things.
William GibsonStand high long enough and your lightning will come.
William GibsonAnd now it's late, close to the wolfing hour of soul-lack. But she knows, lying curled here, behind him, in the darkness of this small room, with the somehow liquid background sounds of Paris, that hers has returned, at least for the meantime, reeled entirely in on its silver thread and warmly socketed.
William GibsonI think I'd probably tell you that it's easier to desire and pursue the attention of tens of millions of total strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of the people closest to us.
William GibsonShe walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.
William GibsonTags: vr-my-description-of-x-or-lsd
Hollis thought he looked like William Burroughs, minus the bohemian substrate (or perhaps the methadone). Like someone who'd be invited quail shooting with the vice-president, though too careful to get himself shot.
William GibsonFive hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.
William GibsonTags: first-sentence
Time is money, but also money is money.
William GibsonThe present tense made him nervous.
William GibsonCyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...
William GibsonTags: internet cyberpunk cyberspace
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