Quote by William Gibson

“This was like the Rubik's Cube of life. One big glob of scattered, multicolored possibilities she had to sort out and line up in…

— Dakota Cassidy

“She carried a notebook with her everywhere and brimmed with ideas. She often woke in the night and switched on the light to scribble…

— Josephine Moon

“Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and…

— Virginia Woolf

“He towered over her, as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his…

— Cristiane Serruya

“She took a deep breath and inhaled as much of the dust of paper and ink as she could and wished she could disappear…

— Michael Guillebeau

“and still he’d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. . . .”

— William Gibson

“This was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable, she supposed. When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into…

— LJ Smith

“I see her body as an arousing work of architecture. A sky-scraping building that I wouldn’t mind laying over a mountain to inject my…

— Carlton Mellick III

“Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements…

— Robert Goolrick

“How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot?”

— Virginia Woolf

“A shape across space beckoned her. Her spirits sank. She thought of the other world; the temporariness of this existence. Oh! The wall, a…

— Mehreen Ahmed

“The beautiful clarity of all marked outlines occurred to her--there would be a deep satisfaction in strengthening fences, for instance, going along on the…

— Shirley Jackson