Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.

Things aren't different. Things are things.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void...

Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.

There is no greater poverty, than poverty of the mind.

Try not to worry, for time is a great healer.' Such words were futile.

The voice in my head has a stutter, and that's really annoying. D-D-D-Dave Dave. What? K-K-K-Kill your p-p-p-parents. L-L-L-Loa... Write it down!

I realised in Sri Lanka that my dream of playing in a World Cup was a bridge too far.

To totalitarianism, an opponent is by definition subversive; democracy treats subversives as mere opponents for fear of betraying its principles.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

I saw hell. The hospital had divided and conquered pretty successfully.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.