Richard K. Morgan Quotes

The essence of control is to remain hidden from view, is it not?

The human eye is a wonderful device. With a little effort, it can fail to see even the most glaring injustice.

I tried for the Envoys once," Trepp said suddenly.
I glanced sideways at her, curious. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, long time ago. They rejected me on profile. No capacity for allegiance, they said."
I grunted. "Figures. You were never in the military were you?"
"What do you think? She was looking at me as if I'd just suggested she might have a history of child-molesting. I chuckled tiredly.
"Thought not. See, the thing is, they're looking for borderline psychopathic tendencies. That's why they do most of their recruiting from the military in the first place."
Trepp looked put out. "I've got borderline psychopathic tendencies."
"Yeah, I don't doubt it, but the point is, the number of civilians with those tendencies and a sense of team spirit is pretty limited. They're opposing values. The chances of them both arising naturally in the same person are almost nil. Military training takes the natural order and fucks with it. It breaks down any resistance to psychopathic behavior at the same time as it builds fanatical loyalties to the group. Package deal. Soldiers are perfect Envoy material.

Whatever. If Carnegie wakes up not knowing, he might make some private inquiries, but he ain't going to be in too much of a hurry to let the police department in on it. And if he wakes up knowing— He spread his hands. —he'll make less noise than a Catholic orgasm.

You're an Envoy, Kovacs. You live by manipulation. We all do. We all live in the great manipulation matrix, and it's just one big struggle to stay on top."
I shook my head. "I didn't ask to be dealt in."
"Kovacs, Kovacs." Kawahara's expression was suddenly almost tender. "None of us ask to be dealt in. You think I asked to be born in Fission City, with a web-fingered dwarf for a father and a psychotic whore for a mother? You think I asked for that? We're not dealt in, we're thrown in, and after that it's just about keeping your head above water.

You're being a lot less courteous than befits a man in your situation." I thought that underneath the cool I could detect a ragged edge in her voice. Despite her much vaunted self-control, Reileen Kawahara wasn't much better at coping with disrespect that Bancroft, General MacIntyre, or any other creature of power I'd had dealings with. "Your life is in danger, and I am in a position to safeguard it."
"My life's been in danger before," I told her. "Usually as a result of some piece of shit like you making large-scale decisions about how reality ought to be run.

You smoke?"
"Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?

Naturally these penalties were applicable only to private citizens, not military commanders or government executives. The powerful are jealous of their toys.

You're not corporate," she said definitely. "Corporates don't do this stuff. Not like this."
"The corporates do whatever turns a profit. Don't let your prejudices blind you. Sure, they'll burn down entire villages if it pays. But if having a human face is what cuts it, they'll whip out a human face and put it on.

I'd rather you didn't smoke in here."
"Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal hemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me.

Petty tyrant a long time back. He built this place."
"Trepp said it belonged to the Catholics."
Kawahara shrugged. "Petty tyrant with delusions of religion. Catholics get on well with tyranny. It's in the culture.

Society is, always has been and always will be a structure for the exploitation and oppression of the majority through systems of political force dictated by an élite, enforced by thugs, uniformed or not, and upheld by a wilful ignorance and stupidity on the part of the very majority whom the system oppresses.

Bay City public prosecutor's office wants to subpoena a Catholic who's in storage. Pivotal witness. The Vatican says she's already dead, and in the hands of God. They're calling it blasphemy."
"I see. So your loyalties are pretty undivided here."
She stopped and turned to face me.
"Kovacs, I hate these goddamn freaks. They've been grinding us down for the best part of two and a half thousand years. They've been responsible for more misery than any other organization in history. You know they won't even let their adherents practice birth control, for Christ's sake, and they've stood against every significant medical advance of the last five centuries.

She held her discarded shoulder holster dangling in one hand, and her breasts moved beneath the thin cotton of a white T-shirt that bore the legend YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT—WHY DON’T YOU TRY IT FOR A WHILE?

We are, after all, evolved to relate to the physical world.