Books The cold corridors
The cold of unclaimed luggage, of institutional corridors, of steel lockers scoured to bare metal.
—William Gibson, Spook Country.
The cold of unclaimed luggage, of institutional corridors, of steel lockers scoured to bare metal.
—William Gibson, Spook Country.
She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.
—William Gibson, Pattern Recognition.
Old men in old coats, with nothing else to do.
—William Gibson, Spook Country.
Like when you’re young, you figure you’re unique. I was young.
—William Gibson, Neuromancer.
Where Kindle cannot go: Alice for the iPad. Aw man, good times to be a kid.
The suspicion has also been growing in me that there are more cars than people in the city. Looking out across the burnished fields of parked vehicles that clog every empty space between buildings, one can hardly think otherwise.
—Harlan Ellison, Deathbird Stories volume.
J. D. Salinger, Literary Recluse, Dies at 91 obituary at The New York Times.
If you're an illustrator, these Andrew Loomis books might come in handy.
Peruse his 20 maxims, find out what he learned in his life so far.
"Wordless images that might seem to come from a long forgotten time" in The Arrival illustrated book.