A corporate mercenary wakes in a reconstructed body, a beautiful woman by his side. Then Hosaka Corporation reactivates him, for a mission more dangerous than the one he's recovering from: to get a defecting chief of R&D-and the biochip he's perfected-out intact. But this proves to be of... read more
“As I luxuriate in the discovery that I am no special sponge for sorrow, but merely another fallible animal in this stone maze of a city, I come simultaneously to see that I am the focus of some vast device fueled by an obscure desire.”
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.Highlighted by 42 Kindle customers
—My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells.Highlighted by 25 Kindle customers
As I luxuriate in the discovery that I am no special sponge for sorrow, but merely another fallible animal in this stone maze of a city, I come simultaneously to see that I am the focus of some vast device fueled by an obscure desire.Highlighted by 25 Kindle customers
It was sometimes best, when you came to the mystery that was art, to come as a child. The child saw things that were too evident, too obvious for the trained eye.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
I speak as one who can no longer tolerate that simple state, the cells of my body having opted for the quixotic pursuit of individual careers.Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
Aspects of my wealth have become autonomous, by degrees; at times they even war with one another. Rebellion in the fiscal extremities.Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
There’s a whole other story, about that, a girl with mirrors over her eyes and a man who was scared to care about anything. Something the man did helped the whole thing know itself. . . . And after that, it sort of split off into different parts of itself, and I think the parts are the others, the bright ones. But it’s hard to tell, because they don’t tell it with words, exactly. . . .”Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
The Virek Collection, you see, is a sort of black hole. The unnatural density of my wealth drags irresistibly at the rarest works of the human spirit.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
IT WAS SUCH an easy thing, death. He saw that now: It just happened. You screwed up by a fraction and there it was, something chill and odorless, ballooning out from the four stupid corners of the room,Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
But the stick-on holograms had actually had some effect on Bobby, because religion was now something he felt he’d considered and put aside. Basically, the way he figured it, there were just some people around who needed that shit, and he guessed there always had been, but he wasn’t one of them, so he didn’t.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
1 Smooth running gun 9
2 Marly 21
3 Bobby pulls a wilson 31
4 Clocking in 34
5 The job 43
6 Barrytown 47
7 The mall 64
8 Paris 74
9 Up the projects 78
10 Alain 89
11 On site 94
12 Cafe Blanc 107
13 With both hands 111
14 Nightflight 126
15 Box 143
16 Legba 155
17 The squirrel wood 178
18 Names of the dead 195
19 Hypermart 205
20 Orly flight 211
21 Highway time 215
22 Jammer's 227
23 Closer 239
24 Run straight down 249
25 Kasual/Gothick 256
26 The Wig 266
27 Stations of the breath 276
28 Jaylene Slide 287
29 Boxmaker 296
30 Hired man 303
31 Voices 309
32 Count Zero 313
33 Wrack and whirl 323
34 A chain 'bout nine miles long 325
35 Tally Isham 331
36 The squirrel wood 334
Preceded by Neuromancer, and followed by Mona Lisa Overdrive.
Preceded by The Fountains of Neptune (American Literature (Dalkey Archive)), and followed by Tropic of Cancer.
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