"My novel Pattern Recognition was gestating, as I wrote this, the “Garage Kubrick” morphing from protagonist (or antagonist, or possibly just agonist) to MacGuffin, though I didn’t know it. Pattern Recognition would eventually manage to be published just ahead of the launch of YouTube, a very good thing considering certain of its plot points."
"Mirror-world. The plugs on appliances are huge, triple−pronged, for a species of current that only powers electric chairs, in America. Cars are reversed, left to right, inside; telephone handsets have a different weight, a different balance; the covers of paperbacks look like Australian money."
"“She’s not supposed to be here,” said Bobby, sounding as though he was about to cry. “But you do know her, Bobby?” the old man asked. “The strange thing,” Garreth said, “is that I know her too. Not that we’ve met before. She’s Hollis Henry, from the Curfew.” The old man raised his eyebrows. “The curfew?” “Favorites of mine in college. A band.” “And you found her, just now, in the alley? Am I missing something, Garreth?” “At least it’s not Morrissey.”"
"You follow the footage." His eyes narrowing… Damien maintains, half−seriously, that followers of the footage comprise the first true freemasonry of the new century."
"Shes down for a jack move. Shed never really been sure what Donny had meant when hed say that; he said it when he was angry, or frustrated, and shes both. Jack moves. Context, with Donny, seemed to indicate that these were either deliberate but extremely lateral, thus taking the competition or opponent by surprise. Maybe it had to be improvisational and completely of the moment. East Lansing Zen."
"“Look at that,” the old man said. “Exquisite. If you were in the Imperial Hotel, Tokyo, and ordered poached eggs and bacon and toast, what you would be served would in no way differ from this. The presentation.” And he was right, she saw."
"Nothing at all in the German fridge, so new that its interior smells only of cold and long-chain monomers."