Enough Quote by William Gibson Download Open image “Stand high long enough and your lightning will come.” — William Gibson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Enough Lightning Long
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To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stand in your Light and Shine brightly because that is how you defeat darkness. — Leslie Esperanza Espaillat Copy Share Image
What if I got hit by lightning while walking with an umbrella? Ban umbrellas! Fight the menace of lightning! — Cory Doctorow 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
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I love because there is not enough room in my heart to hate. — Rena Kornreich Gelissen Copy Share Image
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The vast majority of organizations today have more than enough intelligence, experience and knowledge to be successful. What they lack is organizational health. — Patrick Lencioni Copy Share Image
I've been to Manchester enough to know it's a real place. It's not Factory Records and the Smiths bicycling around. I get it. It's… — James Murphy Copy Share Image
Lutherans, whose arguments and mistakes will not be difficult to contest or discover, do not want to attribute any value to works, and they… — Michael Servetus Copy Share Image
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