Kieran Walsh

“All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void...”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.”
― William Gibson, Distrust That Particular Flavor

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“The street finds its own uses for things.”
― William Gibson