William Gibson Quotes

It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz between what's flesh and what's fantasy.

If everyone fought fire with fire, the whole world would go up in smoke.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

Loves a battlefield it's not a one night stand.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

You can't start a fire Worrying 'bout your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

I hate every violent overthrow, because as much is destroyed as is gained by it.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?" "Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again." "For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

(The city is being) destroyed by thugs who in a very senseless way are trying to tear down what so many have fought for, tearing down businesses, tearing down or destroying property, things that we know will impact our community for years.

Every revolution destroys the average middle first and most savagely.

I'll tell you," said Beatty, smiling at his cards. "That made you for a little while a drunkard. Read a few lines and off you go over the cliff. Bang, you're ready to blow up the world, chop off heads, knock down women and children, destroy authority. I know. I've been through it all.

Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx is burning.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.

Rock and Roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face.