Ready Player One (Ready Player One, #1)

by Ernest Cline

I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal. —Groucho Marx

I’d come to see my rig for what it was: an elaborate contraption for deceiving my senses, to allow me to live in a world that didn’t exist. Each component of my rig was a bar in the cell where I had willingly imprisoned myself.

“No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful.”

Besides, now that everyone could vote from home, via the OASIS, the only people who could get elected were movie stars, reality TV personalities, or radical televangelists.