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“Never presume to know a person based on the one dimensional window of the internet. A soul can’t be defined by critics, enemies or broken ties with family or friends. Neither can it be explained by posts or blogs that lack facial expressions, tone or insight into the person’s personality and intent. Until people “get that��, we will forever be a society that thinks Beautiful Mind was a spy movie and every stranger is really a friend on Facebook.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“It’s still unmessed-with country. You like to think it goes on forever, but the colonisers are coming. The suits and tenderfeet. You can hear the blue-eyed-soul music over the ridgeline. There’s already a half dozen well-funded projects for designing software to crawl the Deep Web –��
“Is that,�� Maxine wonders, “like, ‘Ride the Wild Surf��?��
“Except summer will end all too soon, once they get down here, everything’ll be suburbanised faster than you can say ‘late capitalism.�� Then it’ll be just like up there in the shallows. Link by link, they’ll bring it all under control, safe and respectable. Churches on every corner. Licenses in all the saloons. Anybody still wants his freedom’ll have to saddle up and head somewhere else.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge

“When the earliest Vikings started moving into the northern oceans, there’s one story about finding this huge fuckin opening at the top of the world, this deep whirlpool that’d take you down and in, like a black hole, no way to escape. These days you look at the surface Web, all that yakking, all the goods for sale, the spammers and spielers and idle fingers, all in the same desperate scramble they like to call an economy. Meantime, down here, sooner or later someplace deep, there has to be a horizon between coded and codeless. An abyss.��
“That’s what you’re looking for?��
“Some of us are.�� Avatars do not do wistful, but Maxine catches something. “Others are trying to avoid it. Depends what you’re into.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge

“Ratovi ovog vremena ne zahtevaju izlazak na bojno polje. Ratovati se može bilo gde. Bilo kada. Sa bilo kim. Dovoljan je samo jedan link. Poljane pune leševa zamenile su platoforme na kojima se, umesto krvi, prolivaju tajne i ideje �� duša čoveka i novac �� krvotok mnogih ljudi. Domeni su postali nove teritorije. Plan rata je zamenjen precizno napisanim kodom. Obuka koju ratnici prolaze ne zahteva fizičku izdržljivost, već fokusiranost ratnika na tren koji može obrnuti planetu. Pobede, umesto jačima, pripadaju pametnijima. Iako bi neko pomislio da su ovakvi ratovi smešni jer ratnici ne gube živote niti krvare, ta pomisao jedna je od najvećih zabluda današnjice. Nož, sablja, top ili tenk... Nikada nisu razmišljali. Ratniku su pružali nadgradnju fizičke snage. Današnje oružje misli na identičan način kao ljudski mozak, ali se razvija znatno brže. Računar pamti čak i ono što čovek uspe da zaboravi. Ipak, ma kada bili i ma koliko različičiti bili... Rat je rat! Nikada nož nije ubijao. Ubijao je onaj koji drži nož. Ni kompjuter ne ubija. Ubija onaj koji sedi ispred njega.”
― Tamara Kučan, Profajler