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. - Jeff Noon
We have flooded ourselves with the media in all its many forms. Our minds are now open to signals. We have become aerials.
- 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 le… - 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 le…
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 … - Jeff Noon
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 …
Form is the host; content is the virus. - Jeff Noon
Form is the host; content is the virus.
Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture. - Jeff Noon
Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture.
Anything can become music if listened to long enough - Jeff Noon
Anything can become music if listened to long enough
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