# Synners

- Author: [Pat Cadigan](https://www.leafyquotes.com/pat-cadigan.md)
- Quotes: 15
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/pat-cadigan/synners

## Quotes

> Reaching in, he wrapped the exposed wires around his fingers and ripped them out. The locks released, letting the door fall open a crack.
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> “That’s what we call a Luddite hack.”

p. 338

> He had the sudden urge to put his arms around her, but the look on her face said that if he made a move toward her, she would move away, and maybe she would keep moving away from him until the distance between them was too great to cross again in one lifetime.

p. 339

> If you can’t fuck it, and it doesn’t dance, eat it or throw it away.

p. 334

> That was it, then, civilization was officially collapsed if the cops had stopped ticketing abandoned cars and roosted on them instead.

p. 364

> Fez gave her a squeeze. “You’re a genius, Sam-I-Am.”
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> She squirmed away from him uncomfortably. “It just makes sense, is all.”
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> “Sometimes that’s all it takes to be a genius.”

p. 387

> The only place to go now is into the context. If you can find it. Between the context and the content, between the mainline and the hardline, falls the shadow.

p. 334

> Everything seemed to happen when you were looking the other way.

p. 238

> Ninety percent of life was being there, and the rest was being there on time.

p. 389

> If you’re really going to die on me, you could at least rub my neck before you go.

p. 2

> Nothing stays the same, Gina, nothing works forever. If I don’t like it, that’s too bad. If you don’t like it, that’s still too bad.

p. 113

> The Beater has still been young enough to feel immortal, at least on his better days. It was all, Wow, if we don’t slow down, we’re gonna die before we get old, except somehow it hadn’t happened that way. So they’d all assumed it never would, not dying, not getting old—hell, not even growing up.

p. 109

> Keep your best whiskey in a bottle marked ‘mouthwash.’

p. 57

> The authenticity may have been dubious, but the excitement had been real.

p. 93

> “‘Truth is cheap, but information costs.’ I can’t remember who said that.”
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> “Vince What’s-His-Name,” said Sam. “Died in a terrorist raid or something. I thought you said all information should be free.”
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> “It should. It isn’t. Knowledge is power. But power corrupts. Which means the Age of Fast Information is an extremely corrupt age in which to live.”
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> “Aren’t they all?” Sam asked him.

p. 52

> It was a lonely thing. There was no way to be sure if it meant the same thing to both of you. He’d forgotten that part of making love, how you couldn’t assume that intent was as joined as bodies were.

p. 234