Cassi

“He’d missed the first wasp, when it built its paperfine gray house on the blistered paint of the windowframe, but soon the nest was a fist-sized lump of fiber, insects hurtling out to hunt the alley below like miniature copters buzzing the rotting contents of the dumpsters.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“By the time I quit, I realized I’d rather have no talent than just enough to know how much I lacked.”
― R.O. Kwon, The Incendiaries

“It was that sleep itself—the act of closing the eyes and relinquishing control of her consciousness—was something she was temperamentally unsuited to.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer