You smoke? Smoke? Do I look like a fucking idiot?
There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.
There's a sameness to streetlife. On every world I've ever been, the same underlying patterns play out, flaunt and vaunt, buy and sell, like some distilled essence of human behavior seeping out from w...
Residual biosystems glitches, they said, and told me it’d fade with time. I believed them, because in the end almost everything does.
You know, the aspirants believe this is the only true existence. That everything outside is an illusion, a shadow play created by the ancestor gods to cradle us until we can build our own tailored rea...
Strange how you could become a man's god without noticing.
The sunglasses were jammed on a nose you could have opened cans on.
DISAPPOINTMENT IS A SLOW POISON.
Wealth, in his experience, was not something the people who had it were at all keen to see trickling anywhere.
There are no alternatives. You live with what is. And you don't let your ghosts rent room in your head.
The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY...
I’m Kristin Ortega, Organic Damage Division. Bancroft was my case.
I felt a cold circle of metal touch the base of my skull.That's exactly what you think it is, a calm voice said. Yo do the wrong thing, and the cops are going to be picking bits of your cortical stack...
Space, to use a cliché, is big.
I’d rather you didn’t smoke in here.[...]I’d rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don’t suppose you’ll oblige me.
Well. Ringil gave the Throne Eternal captain another brittle little smile. You know, the thing about fucking is, it’s a lot less wear and tear than trying to kill each other with bits of steel. And it...
Ringil lifted his right hand as if it pained him, put it slowly and wonderingly up to his shoulder and touched the pommel of his sword like, well, like he was caressing someone's prick, to be honest.
I am Welcomed in the Home of Ravens and Other Scavengers in the Wake of Warriors, Ringil recited for him, hollowly. I am Friend to Carrion Crows and Wolves. I am Carry Me and Kill with Me, and Die wit...
Kovacs to a female believer in New Revelation: ..I’m calling you a gutless betrayer of your sex. I can see your husband’s angle, he’s a man, he’s got everything to gain from this crapshit. But you? Yo...
You are still young and stupid. Human life has no value. Haven't you learned that yet, Takeshi, with all you've seen? It has no value, intrinsic to itself. Machines cost money to build. Raw materials...