Pat Cadigan Quotes

It was a lonely thing. There was no way to be sure if it meant the same thing to both of you. He’d forgotten that part of making love, how you couldn’t assume that intent was as joined as bodies were.

If fasting really had anything to do with enlightenment then millions of people throughout the ages had died of the secret of life. And the secret of life was, in its entirety, that starvation hurt like a bastard.

"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."

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

I remembered the sign in front of the cathedral:

I pushed her back hard. “You don’t belong with them; you’re not special, you have no place in any unseen world; you’re like me and the rest of our family. Get used to it!”
She looked at me like I’d slapped her.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, feeling equally stung by her reaction. “It’s hell being ordinary, but that’s the human condition.”

He had the sudden urge to put his arms around her, but the look on her face said that if he made a move toward her, she would move away, and maybe she would keep moving away from him until the distance between them was too great to cross again in one lifetime.

Maybe it’s better to be half of something wonderful than a whole nothing at all.

Some people gain freedom by trading one form of bondage for another.

“‘Truth is cheap, but information costs.’ I can’t remember who said that.”
“Vince What’s-His-Name,” said Sam. “Died in a terrorist raid or something. I thought you said all information should be free.”
“It should. It isn’t. Knowledge is power. But power corrupts. Which means the Age of Fast Information is an extremely corrupt age in which to live.”
“Aren’t they all?” Sam asked him.

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

"Is that the way you feel about it?" I asked.
"I'm a lawyer. I deal with the law as it is, not how I feel about it."

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

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

Fez gave her a squeeze. “You’re a genius, Sam-I-Am.” She squirmed away from him uncomfortably. “It just makes sense, is all.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to be a genius.”