Richard K. Morgan Quotes

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?

Whatever world it is, whatever you’ve done there for better or worse, you always leave the same way.
Alone.

Anyone who bar-codes their employees isn’t likely to be the forgiving type, and the reflex of long-held obedience through hierarchy is usually enough to overcome fear of a combat death. That’s how you fight wars, after all—with soldiers who are more afraid of stepping out of line than they are of dying on the battlefield.

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.

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.

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

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

Just as a primitive sextant functions on the illusion that the sun and stars rotate around the planet we are standing on, our senses give us the illusion of stability in the universe, and we accept it, because without that acceptance, nothing can be done.
Virginia Vidaura, pacing the seminar room, lost in lecture mode.
But the fact that a sextant will let you navigate accurately across an ocean does not mean that the suns and stars do rotate are us. For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying, and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self-knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.

The past is relevant only as data.

Money doesn’t automatically mean taste.

They were cold, professionally polished, and well on their way up a career ladder that would ensure that despite the uniforms they wore, they would never have to come within a thousand kilometers of a genuine firefight. The only problem they had, as they cruised sharkishly back and forth across the cool marble floor of the court, was in drawing the fine differences between war—mass murder of people wearing a uniform not your own; justifiable loss—mass murder of your own troops, but with substantial gains; and criminal negligence—mass murder of your own troops, without appreciable benefit.

I paused and set down my glass, searching for the fine edge of deceit that always lies right up against the truth.

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

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.

Kristin, nothing ever does change." I jerked a thumb back at the crowd outside. "You'll always have morons like that, swallowing belief patterns whole so they don't have to think for themselves. You'll always have people like Kawahara and the Bancrofts to push their buttons and cash in on the program. People like you to make sure the game runs smoothly and the rules don't get broken too often. And when the Meths want to break the rules themselves, they'll send people like Trepp and me to do it. That's the truth, Kristin. It's been the truth since I was born a hundred and fifty years ago, and from what I read in the history books, it's never been any different. Better get used to it.