His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.
William GibsonShe walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.
William GibsonThe future is there... looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become.
William GibsonThe culture is still there, and people are still doing it. I imagine some people are doing it very well indeed. As for me, it definitely was my native literary culture. Science fiction was where I'm from, but on the way to now, I went through a lot of other territory, and I wasn't really that culturally conventional an SF writer when I started.
William Gibson