Count Zero (The Neuromancer Trilogy)

by William Gibson

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

The books and furs and Italian cottons arranged to suggest geometries of nameless longing.

Uncounted living-spaces carved out of the shells of commercial buildings that dated from a day when commerce had required clerical workers to be present physically at a central location.

Your songs are sad . . .’ – My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you.