“The future is already here – it’s just not very evenly distributed.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
There are bits of the literal future right here, right now, if you know how to look for them. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The future is there... looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Upon arriving in the capital-F Future, we discover it, invariably, to be the lower-case now. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I don't have to write about the future. For most people, the present is enough like the future to be pretty scary. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
If I write something set 60 years in the future, I am going to have to explain how humanity got there, and… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
We have no future because our present is too volatile. We have only risk management. The spinning of the given moment's scenarios.… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“The future, eventually, will find you out. The future, wielding unimaginable tools of transparency, will have its way with you. In the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I worry about what we'll do in the future, [about the instantaneous co-opting of pop culture]. Where is our new stuff going… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“You're from the future, Mr Netherton?" "Not exactly," he said. "I'm in the future that would result from my not being here.… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
All we really have when we pretend to write about the future is the moment in which we are writing. That's why… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang's sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case's sensory input warped… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I think that our future has lost that capital F we used to spell it with. The science fiction future of my… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
When I wrote 'Neuromancer', I had a list in my head of all the things the future was assumed to be which… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Of course,” he says, “we have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In that… — 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… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
We're living in a future that's weirder than anybody except possibly. — 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