Quotes About Evolution

Cyberspace slid into existence from the cardinal points. Smooth, he thought, but not smooth enough.

Rather than plug a piece of hardware into our gray matter, how much more elegant to extract some brain cells, plop them into a Petri dish, and graft on various sorts of gelatinous computing goo. Slug it all back into the skull and watch it run on blood sugar, the way a human brain's supposed to. Get all the functions and features you want, without that clunky-junky twentieth-century hardware thing.

Interface evolves toward transparency. The one you have to devote the least conscious effort to, survives, prospers.

And then you pushed through into a dim space inhabited by a faintly confusing sense of the half-dozen other bars that had tried and failed in the same room under different managements.

We call it getting a haircut," Flynne said, giving him a look as she got to her feet, "back in frontier days.

I remember the people I've heard complain about the very texture of digital images, filmless film: how it lacks richness, depth. I've heard the same thing said about CDs. Someone once told me that it was Mark Twain who turned in the first typewritten manuscript, and this was generally thought to be a Bad Thing: Work composed on a machine would naturally lack richness, depth.

ancient television and withdrew a silver-black vacuum tube. "See this? Part of my DNA, sort of. . . ." He tossed the thing into the shadows and Case heard it pop and tinkle. "You're always building models. Stone circles. Cathedrals. Pipe-organs. Adding machines.

Wintermute was hive mind, decision maker, effecting changes in the world outside. Neuromancer was personality. Neuromancer was immortality.

Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.

I dislike calling them stubs," Lowbeer said. "They're short because we've only just initiated them, by reaching into the past and making that first contact. We should call them branches, as they literally are.

Everything changed.

Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every prior experience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing.

The only actual change that had come over him in the past years was that, for some reason, his impediment had gotten worse. "Mawidge," he said. "Vewy old.

You're certainly blooming, Billy. Before my very eyes. I just don't know into what.

thereafter, the selfsame

The penalty of ceasing an aggressive behavior toward the hardships of life on the part of mankind is, that we go backward. We

But no serious student of the subject would claim that the constitutional grant of authority to Congress to regulate "commerce among the several states" was limited to the regulation of sailing ships and stagecoaches to the exclusion of steamboats, railroads, automobiles, and airplanes.

And, so to tell more about the South Watcher. A million years gone, as I have told, came it out from the blackness of the South, and grew steadily nearer through twenty thousand years; but so slow that in no one year could a man perceive that it had moved.

History is a ribbon, always unfurling. History is a journey. And as we continue our journey, we think of those who traveled before us . . .

History is nothing more than a series of small yesterdays.

we have to live today by what truth we can get today and be ready tomorrow to call it falsehood

None of us are ever who we were yesterday.

Invention, using the term most broadly, and imitation, are the two legs, so to call them, on which the human race historically has walked.

Our intelligence cannot wall itself up alive, like a pupa in a chrysalis. It must at any cost keep on speaking terms with the universe that engendered it.