Bruce Sterling

American writer, speaker, futurist, and design instructor

Bruce Sterling (born April 14, 1954) is an American science fiction author, best known for his novels and his seminal work on the Mirrorshades anthology.

Bruce Sterling

QuotesEdit

  • Obsolescence and death, the reign of the archaic, the abandoned, and the corny: Really, if you saw Windows 3.0 on the sidewalk outside the building, would you bend over and pick it up?!?
    • in the Long Now talk "The Singularity: Your Future as a Black Hole" (2004).
  • As a philosophical problem, it comes down to a better way to engage with the passage of time; and I think we're getting close to one, because the imaginative loss of the future is becoming acute.
    The most effective political actors on the planet now are people who want to blow themselves up.
    These are people who really don't want to get out of the bed in the morning and face another unpredictable day.
    • in the Long Now talk "The Singularity: Your Future as a Black Hole" (2004).
  • Tomorrow composts today.
    • in Shaping Things (2005).
  • "Mashups [...] nobody's going to listen to mashups in another ten years. Mashups are novelty music. They're like "The Monster Mash." They have no musical staying power. You're pursuing a phantom there. It's bad music, I mean, it's not bad— it's a pastiche, it's like magazine collage— which can be good for what it is. But to pretend that that's like tremendous creative work— No! It's a tremendous creative power— and it can have a tremendous audience, but it's not tremendously good. And we need a little bit of aesthetic honesty in confronting things like this. Just because it's new, and people with laptops can do it, and get away with it, and find an audience for it, does not make it a real cultural advance. It's an epiphenomenon."
    • in SXSW 2007 Bruce Sterling Rant (2007).

Islands in the Net (1988)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Ace Books, ISBN 0-441-37423-9, 9th printing
Won the 1989 John W. Campbell Memorial Award and was nominated for the 1989 Hugo Award.
  • The autumn sun shone brightly. It was still the same sun and the same clouds. The sun didn’t care about the landscape inside people’s heads.
    • Chapter 1 (p. 16)
  • The Net was a lot like television, another former wonder of the age. The Net was a vast glass mirror. It reflected what it was shown. Mostly human banality.
    • Chapter 1 (p. 17)
  • Centralized bureaucracies always protect the status quo. They don’t innovate. And it’s innovation that’s the real threat.
    • Chapter 2 (p. 47)
  • Real life was where the baby was.
    • Chapter 4 (p. 97)
  • Laura listened to their crude P. R. with sour amusement. They wouldn’t crank out this level of rhetoric unless they were trying to hide a real weakness, she thought.
    • Chapter 4 (p. 107)
  • When the People march in one direction, it only hurts to ask awkward questions.
    • Chapter 4 (p. 109)
  • Revolutions. New Orders. For Laura the words had the cobwebby taste of twentieth-century thinking. Visionary mass movements were all over the 1900s, and whenever they broke through, blood followed in buckets.
    • Chapter 4 (p. 109)
  • You know what that is? That’s peasant technology, brother. It’s slash-and-burn agriculture. You know what that might do to what’s left of the planet’s tropical forests? It’ll make every straw-hat Brazilian into Paul Bunyan, that’s what. The most dangerous bio-tech in the world is a guy with a goat and an axe.
    • Chapter 4 (p. 121)
  • Where there’s war, there’s whores.
    • Chapter 5 (p. 168)
  • She’d read somewhere once that 90 percent of the world’s havoc was committed by men between fifteen and twenty-five.
    • Chapter 8 (p. 228)
  • The world doesn’t give a shit how noble your motives are—it’ll roll right over you. That’s how it works.
    • Chapter 10 (p. 356)
  • I’ll grant you good intentions, but intentions don’t count for much. Corruption—that’s what counts.
    • Chapter 10 (p. 365)
  • You know when it really got bad here? When they tried to help. With medicine. And irrigation. They sank deep wells, with sweet, flowing water, and of course the nomads settled there. So instead of moving their herds on, leaving the pastures a chance to recover, they ate everything down to bare rock, for miles around every well. And the eight, nine children that African women have born from time immemorial—they all lived. It wasn’t that the world didn’t care. They struggled heroically, for generations, selflessly and nobly. To achieve an atrocity.
    • Chapter 10 (p. 365)
  • Agriculture is the oldest and most vicious of humanity’s bio-technologies.
    • Chapter 11 (p. 389)

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