Pat Cadigan Quotes

Everything seemed to happen when you were looking the other way.

Help him by helping him resist your help.

That was it, then, civilization was officially collapsed if the cops had stopped ticketing abandoned cars and roosted on them instead.

"Truth and information are not the same thing. I promise you that's a fact."
"So you told yourself. But you have to admit that they do coincide often enough to let us all get around in the world safely."

Old responses live long, die hard, and frequently leave a troublesome corpse.

Meditation was such a loose term; you can do almost anything mentally and call it meditation.

Reaching in, he wrapped the exposed wires around his fingers and ripped them out. The locks released, letting the door fall open a crack.
“That’s what we call a Luddite hack.”

Mindplayers didn't really address a lot about the criminal element of this particular world. Everybody in the Mindplayers world couldn't possibly live like the few people that you saw. A lot of times, a culture almost seems to float on top of its own black market, and things from that filter up through the culture. I get the feeling that this law-abiding peaceful thing that I live in now is almost never-never land - to a certain extent it's not even really real. I spent a decade working for Hallmark cards, which is supposed to epitomise sweetness and light and good living and ethics and morals. But Hallmark, like many American manufacturers, has a lot of things like toys and ornaments manufactured in the Far East, by people in sweat-shops. These are children, old people, poor people, people who don't have enough to eat; we get these things so cheaply because we simply use these people and throw them away. This is what I mean about our culture, our never-never land, floating on top of our underworld.

Fusion power we licked; static cling has us on the ropes. It’s a funny world.

And that vulgar gold lamé upholstery giving me a rash. You can dispute taste but you can’t stop it.

The Beater has still been young enough to feel immortal, at least on his better days. It was all, Wow, if we don’t slow down, we’re gonna die before we get old, except somehow it hadn’t happened that way. So they’d all assumed it never would, not dying, not getting old—hell, not even growing up.

Everybody wants to be somebody but nobody wants to be just anybody.

The only place to go now is into the context. If you can find it. Between the context and the content, between the mainline and the hardline, falls the shadow.

I remembered the sign in front of the cathedral:

Technology disgusts me. My senses tell me what I need to know. The rest is noise.