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61 " he sensed something different: a questing, a questioning, an impatience that seemed to reflect his own incomprehension and hunger for history. Each time he sat in the green glow of the spirit lamp, he felt a disquiet, a need to go onward, outward, to embrace an entire universe within his arms. "
― Ian McDonald , Out on Blue Six
62 " every possible Euclidean and non-Euclidean permutation of lights; ten thousand lights, ten million lights, the ten billion lights of Great Yu, each one a voice calling, “I is what I am! Notice me! Notice me! "
63 " There is something I must do, but it is not here.” “Then where is it?” “I do not know.” “What is it?” “I do not know. "
64 " Names were the nails of history. Things were, had been, would be because they had names to guide them through time. Without a name he had no time-boundedness. Therefore he must have a name. But everything was already named, and all names were assigned. He would have to steal one. "
65 " He fell to his knees, and as the twin arcologies reduced him to nothing, he also came out of his annihilated anonymity to realize that he was special, he was unique, that his light shone brighter than all the million glowworm windows, for he alone knew nothing. "
66 " She tried to summon the sixteen-o’clock dream. She called it the sixteen-o’clock dream because on any other day, she would just be nodding off as the cablecar pulled away "
67 " Uniquely, he understood what his days with BeeJee &ersenn had been teaching him: he, alone, was the alien. "
68 " And so he took a name. From the unbelievable towers of light he took a name he felt was worthy of his massive uniqueness. “Kilimanjaro West,” he said. The stolen name fit well. “I am Kilimanjaro West. "
69 " She tried to summon the sixteen-o’clock dream. "
70 " She loved her dream, because in the midst of the lifeswarm, it was one thing that was hers and hers alone, her dream of flying. Just … flying. Never to, or from, anywhere, "
71 " onward he went, a named thing, rooted in the universe, yet apart from it, through the night and the rain-dancing streets. "
72 " Now that he knew that he was, that he existed to celebrate his existence, he looked with delight and fascination at every all-night hot-food stall, every neon welcome to a caste bar or club, every vagrant waft of steam from the pneumatique ventilators, every puddle of yellow streetlight, every rain-slick cobble, because in the continued existence of those other things he saw his own being reflected. "
73 " My name is Kilimanjaro West,” he said, and something in the way he spoke that name made the crowded ’lectrovan fall electrically quiet. “Pleased to meet you all. "
74 " The Love Police, vigilant and valiant defenders of … Of what? Mediocrity? Benign Incompetence? One and a half billion people for whom nothing was more important than their own happiness? "
75 " in the continued existence of those other things he saw his own being reflected. "
76 " It wasn’t enough. Not anymore. There had to be more to life than being put in the job that was most satisfying for you, living in the home that made you most comfortable, visiting the friends with whom you never fell out because it was impossible to disagree with them, marrying the partner who was totally compatible with you in every way, being happy in everything because happiness was compulsory. … "
77 " She had never really known why the Ministry of Pain called its aerial slouch-craft “pantycars.” Maybe in certain lights, from certain angles, they did look like jet-propelled underwear. "
78 " he looked up and around him in awe and amazement. And saw the faces in the architecture. "
79 " Home again, home again, jiggity jig! "
80 " There were human faces among the angels and demons, mortals among the immortals, flesh amidst the stones. He strained his eyes to quarter the fluted, sculpted masonry. There they were. They were not so hard to find now that he knew what to look for. “Hello!” he called. "