Altered Carbon (Takeshi Kovacs, #1)

by Richard K. Morgan

When they stick a body in the tank, it goes on producing hormones pretty much the way it would if it was asleep.

And...all bodies are sexual (no), and all hormones are sex hormones (no). Tell me you're a male writer without telling me you're a male writer.

But remember the weakness of weapons. They are an extension—you are the killer and destroyer.

Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way you stand a far better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous, marks the difference—the only difference in their eyes—between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate.