The nature of emergent technology is, as Kevin Kelly once said, right out of control. It's an element of human evolution that's… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“burgeoning technologies require outlaw zones, that Night City wasn’t there for its inhabitants, but as a deliberately unsupervised playground for technology itself.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
You know what your trouble is? You're the kind who always reads the handbook. Anything people build, any kind of technology, it's… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Case shuffled into the nearest door and watched the other passengers as he rode. A pair of predatory-looking Christian Scientists were edging… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I think that technologies are morally neutral until we apply them. It's only when we use them for good or for evil… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
That's something that tends to happen with new technologies generally: The most interesting applications turn up on a battlefield, or in a… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I watch for emergent technologies and pay attention to what people say they'll be good for, then see what we actually use… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
As a writer of fiction who deals with technology, I necessarily deal with the history of technology and the history of technologically… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I'm often saddened and dismayed to see myself portrayed as either a Luddite or as a raving technophile. I've always thought that… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
We don't legislate emergent technologies into existence. We almost never do. They just emerge, dragged forth by Adam Smith's invisible hand. Then… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
If you’re fifteen or so, today, I suspect that you inhabit a sort of endless digital Now, a state of atemporality enabled… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I try to be objective about technology. Agnostic, in a sense. Whatever personal opinions I form tend to have more to do… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
One of the things I have taken for granted, in terms of how technology works in the world, is the people that… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“She hung up before he could say goodbye. Stood there with her arm cocked, phone at ear-level, suddenly aware of the iconic… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts. — 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
