The science fiction approach doesn't mean it's always about the future; it's an awareness that this is different. — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“Hackworth took a bite of his sandwich, correctly anticipating that the meat would be gristly and that he would have plenty of… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
What writers of fantasy, science fiction, and much historical fiction do for a living is different from what writers of so-called literary… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“The opening screen of T'Rain was a frank rip-off of what you saw when you booted up Google Earth. Richard felt no… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“I just saved your fucking life, Mom. . . . You could at least offer me an Oreo.” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“It's--my God--like you stretched a tarp across a stadium to turn it into a giant tom-tom and crashed a 747 into it.” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“I just saved your fucking life, Mom...It's like, if you--people of a certain age--would make some effort to just stay in touch… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“He turns off the techno-shit in his goggles. All it does is confuse him; he stands there reading statistics about his own… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“I study dead languages for a living,” I said. “That’s why you hired me. Why should I be up to speed on your line of work? How’s your Serbo-Croatian? What’s your position on the relationship between Oscan and Marrucinian?” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
“Other people - store clerks, burger flippers, software engineers, the whole vocabulary of meaningless jobs that make up Life in America - other people just rely on plain old competition. Better flip your burgers or debug your subroutines faster than your high school classmate two blocks down the strip is flipping or debugging, because we're in competition with those guys,… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
“It is what you don’t expect,” he’d said, “that most needs looking for.” “Do” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“...the insects here see you as a big slab of animated but not very well defended food. The ability to move, far from being… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“There was no way that these guys were going to let a bleeding, barefoot woman simply wander off alone into the streets. Two of them were already running toward her with hands reaching out in a manner that, in normal circumstances, would have seemed just plain ungentlemanly. What would have been designated, in a Western office, as a hostile environment… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
“Space and Time! Two minor omissions that no one is likely to notice," grumbled Newton.” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
See, the world is full of things more powerful than us. But if you know how to catch a ride, you can go places, — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“Hey,” Shaftoe says, “if we surrender to you, you’ll kill us. Right?” “Yes.” “If you guys surrender to us, we won’t kill you. Promise. Scout’s honor.” “For us, living or dying is not the important thing,” Goto Dengo says. “Hey! Tell me something I didn’t fucking already know!” Shaftoe says. “Even winning battles isn’t important to you. Is it?” Goto… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
“My men think you are dead now, and won’t waste balls on you,” Jack said. “In fact I have let you live, but for one purpose only: so that you can make your way back to Paris and tell them the following: that the deed you are about to witness was done for a woman, whose name I will not… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
“You’ve probably heard the expression that the Industry feeds off of biomass, like a whale straining krill from the ocean.” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door,… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share
Interesting things happen along borders - transitions - not in the middle where everything is the same. — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
