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.

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.

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

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...

Knowledge is enthusiasm to learn.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend perhaps the friend sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.

When you stop comparing what is right here and now with what you wish were, you can begin to enjoy what is.

Drive, ego and cocksureness are all essential elements in terms of getting exactly what you want but losing everything you've got.

The only real protection will come from doing a spiritual practice over a prolonged period of time. Because it retrains us to see the world and ourselves in a different way.

A judge can manipulate the law. A smart lawyer can keep a killer out of jail.

Captive people have a need for song.

As my friend George Oppen once said to me about getting old: what a strange thing to happen to a little boy.

All wishes, whatever their apparent content, have the same and unvarying meaning: "I refuse to be what I am."