Frases de William Gibson

página 3

“Para invocar un demonio necesitas saber qué nombre tiene.”

“Los sueños crecen como hielo lento.”

“¿Que es el ciberespacio? - El mundo.”

“El mal existe.”

“Hasta que abrieron los ojos, todos simultáneamente; las membranas se deslizaron hacia los lados y mostraron la extraña calma de los habitantes de la más oscura fosa oceánica.”

“Si creen que eres un bestia inexperto, actúa como un profesional. Si creen que eres un profesional, actúa como un bestia inexperto.”

“No me sentía feliz. No recordaba cuándo me había sentido feliz.”

“Arremetió hacia arriba, animado por el autoaborrecimiento. Y entonces – vieja alquimia del cerebro y de su inmensa farmacópea – el odio fluyó hacia sus manos. Justo antes de enterrar el aguijón del Kuang en la base de la primera torre, alcanzó un nivel de pericia superior a cualquier cosa que hubiera conocido o imaginado. Mas allá del ego, más allá de la personalidad, más allá de la conciencia, se movia; el Kuang se movia con el, evadiendo a sus agresores con una danza arcana, la danza de Hideo; y en ese mismo instante, por la claridad y la simplicidad de su deseo de morir, le fue otorgada la gracia de la interfase mente – cuerpo.”

“Conoce a Wintermute? -Un nombre, sí; para hacer conjuros, quizás; un señor del infierno, seguramente.”

“Era algo tan sencillo, la muerte. Lo descubría ahora: solo sucedía. Te descuidabas un segundo y ahí estaba, algo gélido e incoloro, abalanzándose desde las cuatro esquinas de la habitación.”

“Nada cuenta toda la historia, nunca.”

“No vale la pena comprar a la prensa; rara vez lo vale.”

“Hay que tener cerca una cara que no cambie.”

“El futuro ya está aquí, sólo que desigualmente repartido.”

“Bueno,- dijo Chevette - ¿A qué te dedicas? -A subir por un río de mierda. Sin remos.”

“No dejes que el pánico acabe contigo.”

“Tiene usted muchas herramientas, Skinner san -Que nunca aprendi a usar como se debe.”

“Aburrido como largo es el día, y el día es largo.”

“Somos una economía de información. Te lo enseñan en la escuela. Lo que no te dicen es que es imposible moverse, vivir, actuar a cualquier nivel sin dejar huellas, pedacitos, fragmentos de información en apariencia insignificantes. Fragmentos que pueden ser recuperados, amplificados.”

“Coretti no sabía vestirse. La ropa era un lenguaje y Coretti un tartamudo de la indumentaria.”

“Tenemos un trato con el banco: ellos no sirven cerveza y nosotros no aceptamos cheques.”

“Me sentí como un punk que hubiera salido a comprar una navaja automática y volviera a casa con una pequeña bomba de neutrones. Otra vez me estafaron, pensé, ¿De qué sirve una bomba de neutrones en una pelea callejera?”

“Es ilegal, pero, ¿acaso no lo somos todos?”

“Tuve que sonreír. Que el finlandés te diera algo por una miseria era como si Dios revocase la ley de gravedad cuando tienes que cargar una maleta pesada por un corredor de aeropuerto de diez manzanas de largo.”

“La gente del Zumbido Largo era tan poco directa que hizo que mi idea de un acercamiento sutil pareciese un bombardeo nuclear táctico.”

“«Y allí quedé inmóvil, agazapado en el olor de plastique de los pernos, pues fue entonces cuando el Miedo me encontró, cuando me encontró de verdad, por primera vez.”

“El ascensor que me esperaba para llevarme al Cielo podía ser la mejor toma de Hollywood de una caja para momias Bauhaus: un sarcófago angosto, vertical, con una tapa acrílica transparente”

“Somos manchas vivas de aceite empujadas por pasillos de sombra”

“Noches que con gran cuidado eliminaste de la desordenada baraja de tu pasado”

“… era como si Dios revocara la ley de gravedad cuando tienes que cargar una maleta pesada por un corredor de aeropuerto de diez manzanas de largo.”

“El cielo sobre el puerto era del color de un televisor sintonizando un canal muerto.”

“Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.”

“Somewhere, very close, the laugh that wasn't laughter.
He never saw Molly again.”

“Stim was a medium she ordinarily avoided, something in her personality conflicting with the required degree of passivity.”

“Drugs were absolutely central to that experience, but they weren't essential. I only know that in retrospect. At the time I'm sure I would have said that they were.”

“Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. Stop hustling and you sank without a trace, but move a little too swiftly and you'd break the fragile surface tension of the black market; either way, you were gone, with nothing left of you but some vague memory in the mind of a fixture like Ratz, though heart or lungs or kidneys might survive in the service of some stranger with New Yen for the clinic tanks.”

“It's a world where there aren't families. It's the world of a young person going out into the wilderness, cities, and sort of in a way creating a family. You know, it's kind of like… it's not that it's a "goth book," but it's kind of rather the same stuff that makes kids be goths.”

“In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic container without breaking stride. When he arrived at the counter at the end of corridor, he changed his ticket.”

“The drug hit him like an express train, a white-hot column of light mounting his spine from the region of his prostate, illuminating the sutures of his skull with x-rays of short-circuited sexual energy. His teeth sang in their individual sockets like tuning forks, each one pitch-perfect and clear as ethanol. His bones, beneath the hazy envelope of flesh, were chromed and polished, the joints lubricated with a film of silicone. Sandstorms raged across the scoured floor of his skull, generating waves of high thin static that broke behind his eyes, spheres of purest crystal, expanding…The anger was expanding, relentless, exponential, riding out behind the betaphenethylamine rush like a carrier wave, a seismic fluid, rich and corrosive.”

“"Hey," he'd said, "it's me. Case."
The old eyes regarding him out of their dark webs of wrinkled flesh.
"Ah," Ratz had said, at last, "the artiste."
The bartender shrugged. "I came back."
The man shook his massive, stubbled head. "Night City is not a place one returns to, artiste," he said, swabbing the bar in front of Case with a filthy cloth, the pink manipulator whining.”

“It will bring about the extinction of the nation-state as we know it… I think it will be as big a deal as the creation of cities.”

“The cutting of Sense/Net's ice took a total of nine days. "I said a week," Armitage said, unable to conceal his satisfaction when Case showed him his plan for the run. "You took your own good time." "Balls," Case said, smiling at the screen. "That's good work, Armitage." "Yes," Armitage admitted, "but don't let it go to your head. Compared to what you'll eventually be up against, this is an arcade toy."”

“So it's entirely fair to say, and I've said it before, that the way Neuromancer-the-novel "looks" was influenced in large part by some of the artwork I saw in 'Heavy Metal'. I assume that this must also be true of John Carpenter's 'Escape from New York', Ridley Scott's 'Blade Runner'", and all other artefacts of the style sometimes dubbed 'cyberpunk.'”

“Honey,” Jammer said, “you'll learn. Some things you teach yourself to remember to forget.”

“Don' 'stand you, mon, but we mus' move by Jah Love, each one”

“The past is past, the future unformed. There is only the moment, and that is where he prefers to be.”

“Organized religion, he saw, back in the day, had been purely a signal-to-noise proposition, at once the medium and the message, a one-channel universe. For Europe, that channel was Christian, and broadcasting from Rome, but nothing could be broadcast faster than a man could travel on horseback. There was a hierarchy in place, and a highly organized methodology of top-down signal dissemination, but the time lag enforced by tech-lack imposed a near-disastrous ratio, the noise of heresy constantly threatening to overwhelm the signal.”

“This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed, absolutely, is perhaps the central driving tension of my work.”

“It had much more to do with my wanting to be with hippy girls and have lots of hashish than it did with my sympathy for the plight of the North Vietnamese people under US imperialism. Much more, much more to do with hippy girls and hashish.”

“Viewing them induced a mild but not unpleasant vertigo, one of the rare times she was able to directly grasp the fact of her fame.”

“"Dix," Case said, "I wanna have a look at an AI in Berne. Can you think of any reason not to?"
"Not unless you got a morbid fear of death, no."”

“Loss is not without its curious advantages for the artist. Major traumatic breaks are pretty common in the biographies of artists I respect.”

“As broker, I'm usually very careful as to sources.”
“You buy only from those who steal the best. Got it.”

“When did you ever go to a drug dealer, and the drug dealer said, "you know, you should come back tomorrow, this is not very pure."”

“He found work.
He found a girl who called herself Michael.”

“Hate," Case said. "Who do I hate? You tell me." "Who do you love?”

“Your saving grace, Danielle, is that you make the rest of your kind look vaguely human.”

“Found this picture of Angie laughing in a restaurant with some other people, everybody pretty but beyond that it was like they had this glow, not really in the photograph but it was there anyway, something you feel. Look, she said to Lanette, showing her the picture, they got this glow.
It’s called money, Lanette said.”

“The Gothick girl regarded Bobby with mild interest but no flash of human recognition whatever, as though she were seeing an ad for a product she’d heard of but had no intention of buying.”

“Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a good contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion. Most of him, anyway.”