William Gibson Zitate

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Quelle: Count Zero (1986), Ch. 2, Marly's sensory link conversation interview with Herr Virek.

Name of an article http://www.voidspace.org.uk/cyberpunk/gibson_wasteoftime.shtml he wrote for New York Times Magazine (14 July 1996)

Quelle: Spook Country

Quelle: Pattern Recognition

Quelle: Pattern Recognition

Quelle: Neuromancer (1984)
Kontext: A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and he'd still see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void… The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn't there.

Quelle: Neuromancer

Quelle: Pattern Recognition

Quelle: Neuromancer

Quelle: Sprawl trilogy, Neuromancer (1984), Chapter 3 (Case)

Quelle: Pattern Recognition

Quelle: Idoru

Quelle: Zero History

Quelle: Burning Chrome (anthology, 1986)

Quelle: Neuromancer

Quelle: Neuromancer (1984)
Kontext: Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts… A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...

&quot;Since 1948&quot; (6 November 2002) http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/source/source.asp <br class="br">Kontext: I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society&#x27;s flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign. And I began, then, to write.<br>And have been, ever since. <br class="br">Kontext: In 1977, facing first-time parenthood and an absolute lack of enthusiasm for anything like &quot;career,&quot; I found myself dusting off my twelve-year-old&#x27;s interest in science fiction. Simultaneously, weird noises were being heard from New York and London. I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society&#x27;s flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign. And I began, then, to write.<br>And have been, ever since.

When asked what he would say about the man who wrote Neuromancer.
No Maps for These Territories (2000)

A sentence that he worked on for years earlier in his career, which eventually went nowhere. Troubled by inexperience in "actually getting the characters to move," he spent so much time on it that he can still remember every word more than 20 years later.
No Maps for These Territories (2000)

No Maps for These Territories (2000)

Quelle: All Tomorrow's Parties‎ (2003), Ch. 7 : Sharehouse, p. 33

Comments at A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books, San Francisco, California (5 February 2004)

Quelle: Spook Country‎ (2007), Ch. 2, Ants in the Water