17 Quotes by 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.

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

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.

Form is the host; content is the virus.

I hate that rule that says write about what you know, it leads to too many British novels about marriages going slightly wrong. Write about what you don’t know, just act as though you do.

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.

In Bottletown, even our tears flicker like jewels.

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.