Emma Newman Quotes

I hate dealing with these people.
No, I hate dealing with people, but the rich ones are the worst.

The car takes us along a long, winding drive, the kind reserved for the sort of place owned by people who want you to spend the last minutes of your journey appreciating just how rich they are.

Nobody does emotional distancing from reprehensible behavior better than the British, after all.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to live somewhere with a garden. I’ll be old but skilled enough to still have some consultancy work to pay for the space to grow real food. Hands in the dirt again. Doing something real. No people around. Yeah, that’s the dream. Strange how the things we rail against and hate in our youth can be the things we crave as we get older.

That’s the trouble with all these bloody lawyers. They build in the loopholes when they’re on the right gov-corp committees so they can exploit them later.

I’m not sure what the masses enjoy more: being swept into a fervor about the latest big story or the backlash against it. It all ends the same way: by the time whatever is being hyped actually happens, most people have used up all the fucks they could possibly give about it.

I’ve grown out of seeking emotional self-destruction. But even now the doubts are slithering in, making me question whether the hellish foundation my life is built on genuinely equates to coping.

Show me a person who doesn’t have ongoing problems and I’ll show you an AI.

That’s the trouble with these violent mersives: once the limbic system gets involved my higher cognitive functions are screwed.

Journos are twisted sods.

It’s the first rule of any change to a licensing agreement: it’s not for the benefit of the end user, no matter what they say.

As a scientist, I know this is madness. But I also know this is an act of faith.

He doesn’t answer. I can’t stand these little silences from him. They’re too loud.

I’m not going to let that stupid, crazy woman convince everyone that doing this to me is God’s work! She’s just bored and if they knew—

The simple truth emerges like a bubble of swamp gas and just as foul.