Bruce Sterling

Science fiction is not about the freedom of imagination. It's about a free imagination pinched and howling in a vise that other people call real life.

«__ meant, tell me all about this steampunk thing!_ Gavin broke in. __ow does that concept work out for you people, here in Brazil?___ou don__ know about steampunk?_ shouted Xavier, dubiously.__ell, I don__ read many novels! Because I__ kinda fully-booked already! But, obviously, you__e a science fiction writer at a Futurist conference! And I can see that you__e all dressed up like some fancy guy from the past, from the 19th century! So what gives with that? What is all that about?__

«Eliza opened her furry black satchel. She pulled out a portable CD player. __av, look here. Once, I loved this machine. Because it plays all my CDs. But nobody buys music in the stores any more! Even I don__ pay for music, and I__ rich! I__ carrying a zombie in my purse!___ell, yes, that platform is obsolete now, but a new business model will arise for music.___o it won__! That__ a lie! Nobody will ever pay! The music business is the walking dead! Don__ lie to me._ Eliza stuffed her doomed device back in her furry purse.Gavin rubbed his chin. __our Digital Native generation really has some issues.__

The future is unwritten. there are best case scenarios. There are worst-case scenarios. both of them are great fun to write about if you' re a science fiction novelist, but neither of them ever happens in the real world. What happens in the real world is always a sideways-case scenario. World-changing marvels to us, are only wallpaper to our children.

...We'll exchange rings, we'll throw rice. We'll put down roots.'We don't have roots. We're network people. We have aerials.

(He) mourned mankind, and the blindness of men, who thought that the Kosmos had rules and limits that would shelter them from their own freedom. There were no shelters. There were no final purposes. Futility, and freedom, were Absolute

You know what's truly weird about any financial crisis? We made it up. Currency, money, finance, they're all social inventions. When the sun comes up in the morning it's shining on the same physical landscape, all the atoms are in place.

I do have two data identities. I have my name, Bruce Sterling, which is my public name under which I write novels. I also have my other name, which is my legal name under which I own property and vote.

My idea of an amusement park story is getting adventurers to go tour environmental disaster areas. After all, if the entire Great Barrier Reef gets killed, which seems like an extremely lively possibility, what are you going to do with all that rotting limestone?

I used to think that cyberspace was fifty years away. What I thought was fifty years away, was only ten years away. And what I thought was ten years away... it was already here. I just wasn't aware of it yet.

In a world so redolent with wonder, how can we allow ourselves to conduct our daily lives with so little insight, such absence of dignity?

Death defeats us in the end. But our children are our revenge against it.

«I love both her and them. I have come to understand that she is what they are. A woman accepts a man, expecting that he will change. A man takes a woman, expecting that she will never change. They are both disappointed. Yet within this very disappointment is the primal source of all new men and all new women»

«Brixie wasn__ talking to him, or listening to him. Nothing like that at all. Brixie was off in her own world, flaming away like a blowtorch. She was such an Internet fiend that she had never learned any other way to behave.»

«__verybody is in trouble with my dad. My dad only sort of gets the Internet. My dad started looking up all his old enemies on Facebook. My dad picks big flamewar fights. It__ like my dad just discovered that people can talk about politics without his permission. Facebook is like his new drug, he__ getting all sweaty and manic... Farfalla, is Facebook the work of the Devil? Google is __ot evil,_ but nobody ever said that Facebook was __ot evil.___

If you don__ have a sense of wonder it__ like you__e dead inside. But your sense of wonder can be used to trick you. You can have a sense of wonder over a thing that__ basically a conjurer__ trick, or a con job, or a rip-off.

But the economy's out of control. Money just doesn't need human beings anymore. Most of us only get in the way.

America hadn't really been suited for its long and tiresome role as the Last Superpower, the World's Policeman. As a patriotic American, Oscar was quite content to watch other people's military coming home in boxes for a while. The American national character wasn't suited for global police duties. It never had been. Tidy and meticulous people such as the Swiss and the Swedes were the types who made good cops. America was far better suited to be the World's Movie Star. The world's tequila-addled pro-league bowler. The world's acerbic, bipolar stand-up comedian. Anything but a somber and tedious nation of socially responsible centurions.