Friday, August 04, 2006 MONUMENT posted 8:31 AM Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.
To present a whole world that doesn’t exist and make it seem real, we have to more or less pretend we’re polymaths. That’s just the act of all good writing.
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...
The present tense made him nervous.
Time is money, but also money is money.
I’ve become convinced that nostalgia is a fundamentally unhealthy modality. When you see it, it’s usually attached to something else that’s really, seriously bad. I don’t traffic in nostalgia. We’re becoming a global culture.
Occasionally if I look back at something I’ve written I’ll find one of those that I don’t understand, but that’s a bad thing – the unconscious has dealt me a bad hand.
That’s one of my favorite things about Twitter: You can tweak your feed into a fabulous novelty engine. That’s only one thing you can do with it, but it’s one of the things I find most entertaining about it.
I think I’d probably tell you that it’s easier to desire and pursue the attention of tens of millions of total strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of the people closest to us.
He took a duck in the face at 250 knots.
For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
I’m happiest with people who’ve gotten furthest from traditional ideas of nationalism.
I’ve been interested in autism since I’ve known about it, which is more or less since I’ve been writing.
The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.
Futurists get to a certain age and, as one does, they suddenly recognize their own mortality.
Gadgets are usually the last thing I think about, and if there’s something new, I’ll get to the store for the final shipment of the first generation when it’s on sale. So I have last year’s stuff.
I’m a reluctant writer of non-fiction, in part because I don’t really feel qualified.
I’m a really good eavesdropper. I listen to what people say and remember all the buzzwords.
Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.