. . . You're always building models.  Stone circles.  Cathedrals.  Pipe-organs.  Adding machines. . . .”

William Gibson, Neuromancer

 

She was watching the manipulators, hypnotized by the way they moved; as they picked through the swirl of things, they also caused it, grasping and rejecting, the rejected objects whirling away, striking others, drifting into new alignments.  The process stirred them gently, slowly, perpetually.

William Gibson, Count Zero    

 

Cherry found him with the Judge again, down there in the dark.  He was sitting on one of the Investigators with a flashlight in his hand, shining it up the Judge's carapace of polished rust.

William Gibson, Mona Lisa Overdrive

 

How it was, when you lost things, it was like you only knew for the first time that you’d ever had them. Took a mother’s leaving for you to know she’d ever been there, because otherwise she was that place, everything. Like weather. And Skinner and the Coleman stove and the oil she had to drop into the little hole to keep its leather gasket soft so the pump would work. You didn’t wake up every morning and say yes and yes to every little thing. But little things were what it was all made of.

William Gibson, Virtual Light

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Hak Nam. Tai Change Street. The walls alive with shifting messages in the characters of every written language. Doorways flipping past, each one hinting at its own secret world. And this time she was more aware of the countless watching ghosts. That must be how people presented here, when you weren’t in direct communication with them. A city of ghost-shadows. But this time Mashiko took another route, and they weren’t climbing the twisted labyrinth of stairs but winding in at what would have been ground level in the original city, and Chia remember the black hole, the rectangular vacancy he’d pointed out on the printed scarf in his room at the restaurant.

William Gibson, Idoru

 

It [the bridge] is a world within a world, and, if there be such places between the things of the world, places built in the gaps, then surely there are things there, and places between them, and things in those places too.

William Gibson, All Tomorrow’s Parties

 

 

     “Sit,” say Stella, very gently.  “You will not disturb her.  You have come a long way. You must watch her work.”

William Gibson, Pattern Recognition