Upon arriving in the capital-F Future, we discover it, invariably, to be the lower-case now. — 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
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
If you've read a lot of vintage science fiction, as I have at one time or another in my life, you can't… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you'd ever had them.… — 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
In a sense, if you're not getting it wrong really a lot when you're creating imaginary futures, then you're just not doing… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“The future is already here – it’s just not very evenly distributed.” — 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
'Cyberspace' as a term is sort of over. It's over in the way that, after a certain time, people stopped using the… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“My first impulse, when presented with any spanking-new piece of computer hardware, is to imagine how it will look in ten years’… — 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
“Don’t anticipate outcome,” the man said. “Await the unfolding of events. Remain in the moment.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet. — William Gibson Copy Share Image
In effect, I grew up in a sort of timewarp, a place where times are scrambled up. There are elements of my… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The future is there," Cayce hears herself say, "looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
The history of the past, a hundred years from now, won't be the history of the past that we learned in school… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Japan had a more radical experience of future shock than any other nation in the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries. They were this… — William Gibson Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I feel like a time traveller, cause the only way that we can really travel in time is just to get… — 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
“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
