“The box was nearly finished now, she thought, although it moved so quickly, in the padded claws, that it was difficult to see... Abruptly, it floated free, tumbling end over end, and she sprang for it instinctively, caught it, and… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in a gray morning of Paris rain.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
