Jeff Noon > Quotes

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

“Anything can become music if listened to long enough”
― Jeff Noon

“Hey!" he shouted. "This is my fucking Lake of Death. I have complete and utter exclusive rights to sailing this lake. Get the fuck off my lake!”
― Jeff Noon, Pollen

“We have flooded ourselves with the media in all its many forms. Our minds are now open to signals. We have become aerials.”
― Jeff Noon

“A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.”
― Jeff Noon, Channel SK1N

“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

“The strange word nymphomation, used to denote a complex mathematical procedure where numbers, rather than being added together or multiplied or whatever, were actually allowed to breed with each other to produce new numbers.”
― Jeff Noon, Nymphomation

“...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

“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

“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

“We could not finish the game. Something kept going wrong, we could not finish it. Something went wrong, despite all the Lucy inside me, and the white pawn could not make it to the eighth square. A cloud would come into my eyes and the board would melt away and bend into new shapes, the straight rows and columns would twist and turn around themselves and the white pawn would always end up a few squares back from where she was meant to be. And not even Tupelo, when she played the white pieces, could bring the game to an end. And Alice could not make it to the final square, she could not become a queen.”
― Jeff Noon, Falling Out of Cars

“W dzień robię za telemarketera. Sprzedaję przestrzeń reklamową. Czyli pustkę, jeśli wolisz.”
― Jeff Noon, Channel SK1N

“– 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

“Sami się zalaliśmy tymi mediami we wszystkich możliwych formach. Mamy mózgi pootwierane na sygnały. Zrobiliśmy z siebie anteny. (...) I teraz, Nola, ten sygnał zaczyna nas zatruwać.”
― Jeff Noon, Channel SK1N