Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“His vision crawled with ghost hieroglyphs, translucent lines of symbols arranging themselves against the neutral backdrop of the bunker wall. He looked… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Sleep takes her down fast, and very deep, whirls her through places too fragmentary to call dreams, then spits her abruptly back… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Dreaming in public is an important part of our job description, as science writers, but there are bad dreams as well as… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
My dream scenario would be that you could go into a bookshop, examine copies of every book in print that they're able… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Seated each afternoon in the darkened screening room, Halliday came to recognise the targeted numerals of the Academy leader as sigils preceding… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“It will be like watching one of her own dreams on television. Some vast and deeply personal insult to any ordinary notion… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“I knew, somehow, that the city behind me was Tucson—a dream Tucson thrown up out of the collective yearning of an era.… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“But did it wake, Kumiko wondered, when the alley was empty? Did its laser vision scan the silent fall of midnight snow?” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I think that one of the visions that is closest to reality is the cardboard city in the subway station in Tokyo,… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In that sense, we have no future. Not… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
For me, the melancholy of the late XXth Century is walking late at night by the Mont Blanc pen store and seeing these things… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“No," said Blackwell, "she won't, because that would be a violation of the very personal terms I will have established in our conversation. That's… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of them together… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
When I start writing a new imaginary future, I have no idea what it is. The characters arrive first. They help me figure out… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
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… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I don't generate a storyline and then fill it out in the course of writing. The story actually generates in the course of the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“What happened to your arm?" she asked me one night in the Gentleman Loser, the three of us drinking at a small table in… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
