Vaidotas

“It’s like, if you—people of a certain age—would make some effort to just stay in touch with sort of basic, modern-day events, then your kids wouldn’t have to take these drastic measures.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“Someone has just yanked his goggles off his face—not Vitaly. “I’m out here, gogglehead!” Hiro looks out the window. It’s Y.T., hanging onto the side of the van with one hand, holding his goggles in the other. “You spend too much time goggled in,” she says. “Try a little Reality, man.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“The byproduct of the lifestyle is polluted rivers, greenhouse effect, spouse abuse, televangelists, and serial killers. But as long as you have that four-wheel-drive vehicle and can keep driving north, you can sustain it, keep moving just quickly enough to stay one step ahead of your own waste stream. In twenty years, ten million white people will converge on the north pole and park their bagos there. The low-grade waste heat of their thermodynamically intense lifestyle will turn the crystalline icescape pliable and treacherous. It will melt a hole through the polar icecap, and all that metal will sink to the bottom, sucking the biomass down with it.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“we are in the Burbs, where it is better to take a thousand clicks off the lifespan of your Goodyears by invariably grinding them up against curbs than to risk social ostracism and outbreaks of mass hysteria by parking several inches away, out in the middle of the street (That’s okay, Mom, I can walk to the curb from here), a menace to traffic, a deadly obstacle to uncertain young bicyclists.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash