Vurt Quotes

“Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture. ”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“There is a room in England somewhere, but it's nowhere to be seen. It exists only in the mind, and only in the mind of those that have been there.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“In Bottletown, even our tears flicker like jewels.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“Murdoch's gun was the only thing in my life, the only thing worth living for. It gets like that sometimes, with instruments of death.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“He got one finger cut off when he was young... The cafe paid for a replacement, put some nano-plastic in there. The kid got hooked. It happens. You get some plastic in you, you just want some more...Some more of that strength. Because that's what it is. Strength. The Strength to persist.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“...I pulled the feather out, jerking him away from the dream. Just like he used to do with me, when I went in alone. The play was shifting, and I knew how bad it felt, to have your dream dragged from your mouth.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“The Haunting was the feeling you got sometimes, in the Vurt, the real world calling you home. There's more to life than this. This is just a game.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“Some of us die, not in the living world, but in the dream world. Amounts to the
same thing. Death is always the same. There are some dreams you never wake up from.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“SLITHY TOVE Doorman at the Slithy Tove was a fat white rabbit. He had a blood-flecked head protruding from beer-stained neck fur and a large pocket watch in his big white mittens. The big hand was pointing to twelve, the little hand pointing to three. That’s three o’clock in the morning of the night just begun. Two door whores were trying to blag their way in without a coding symbol. Rabbit was dealing them grief. I flashed my laminated access-all-areas after-gig party passcode, formed to the shape of a small and cute puppy dog half-cut with a human baby, dappled in fur; overleaf, a photo of Dingo Tush, naked but for his (authorized) autograph. Around the edge of the pass ran the slogan – Dingo Tush. Barking for Britain tour. Presented by Das Uberdog Enterprises.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt

“– Ты знаешь, чего я хочу, Скриббл, – сказал он.

Да. Того же, чего и все мы. Стакан Фетиша. Чистых наркотиков. Хороших друзей. Охуительного напарника. Все это.

И кое-чего еще.

Привести все в порядок.”
― Jeff Noon, Vurt