“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
“Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of… — 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… — 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… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
I have friends who go [Tokyo] frequently on business, and it sounds interesting. I've heard that they have for the first time… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Fox was quick to see how we could use you, but not sharp enough to credit you with ambition. But then he… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Are you - are you sad?" - No. "But your - your songs are sad." - My songs are of time and… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Something he’d found and lost so many times. It belonged, he knew – he remembered – as she pulled him down, to… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“...I knew he used women as counters in a game, Bobby Quine versus time and the night of cities. And Rikki had… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
It had also been my belief since I started writing fiction that science fiction is never really about the future. When science… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“It is a way now, approximately, of being at home. The forum has become one of the most consistent places of her… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“There are tumults of the mind, when, like the great convulsions of Nature, all seems anarchy and returning chaos; yet often, in… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Novels set in imaginary futures are necessarily about the moment in which they are written. — 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
The designers [of the 1930s] were populists, you see; they were trying to give the public what it wanted. What the public… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Somewhere, deep within her, surfaces a tiny clockwork submarine. There are times when you can only take the next step. And then… — 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
“All fiction, whether straight or genre, whether literature or Literature, is a personal reinterpretation of its writers’ existence during the time the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
A nation,” he heard himself say, “consists of its laws. A nation does not consist of its situation at a given time.… — 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