The construct of William Gibson the Writer is coming down, and become more open. It's more of a Glasnost - Transparency! Transparency is what it is.

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

I think that technologies are morally neutral until we apply them. It's only when we use them for good or for evil that they become good or evil.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they're coming apart.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

People who feel safer with a gun than with guaranteed medical insurance don't yet have a fully adult concept of scary.

We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

Who or what inspires you?""I must admit that I often read my own articles in scientific journals and inspire myself.

It is the attention we give to bad situations that stops us from getting out of them.

What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?

Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes; And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.

She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

...the collective white man had acted like a devil in virtually every contact he had with the world's collective non-white man.

Test cricket is bloody hard work, especially when you've got Sachin batting with what looks like a three metre wide bat.

If you have money and you have fame, but you don't have any confidence in your blackness, then it's all for nothing.

The Christian, like a chalice without a base, cannot stand on his own nor hold what he has received any longer that God holds him in His strong hands.