Quote by William Gibson Download Open image ““All the meat, he thought, and all it wants.”” — William Gibson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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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
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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
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