The best Quotes from The Peripheral

Flynne: "None of them managed to grow up, far as I can tell."
Ella: "Not many do, in my experience."

Flynne: "Do I get another big-ass bear this time or what?"
Burton: "Far as I can tell, you're gonna be a version of me."
Flynne: "Okay, then I should probably just act a little dimwitted."

You see, in a situation like this? Now, let's say I decide to reach for that bull pup there. Now, what's the worst thing that can happen to me? As far as I can figure, the worst thing, and I mean the very f*cking worst, is that I only manage to kill two of you, rather than all three.

Conner: "Want to know the best part about being a one-armed dude, Cash?"
Cash: "No more clapping?"
Conner: "You ain't got a lot left to lose, bruh."

Life goes by real quick. So why waste a minute being timid?

Flynne: "It was like being there. Like I was actually in your body."
Burton: "Felt like an upgrade, I bet."

It's flattering at first, you know. But if you stare too long, it starts to feel a tad dodgy. And you are about to cross that line.

Because people who couldn't imagine themselves capable of evil were at a major disadvantage in dealing with people who didn't need to imagine, because they already were.

Conspiracy theory's got to be simple. Sense doesn't come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever's supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

Flynne: "Burton never pedals like he ought to."
Conner: "Those words could end up on his gravestone one day, don't you think?"

A few stray bits of Lego edged fitfully about among lower strata, like bright rectilinear beetles.

When you look weak, I look weak. Understand?

It ain't real. Like it or not, this here's the only world that I got.

Flynne: "I'm done with that, Billy Ann. I've already told you that."
Billy Ann: "Yeah, have indeed. But not the why of it. Which would seem like the meat of that particular sandwich."

I could introduce myself and then spend the next hour leaning close, complimenting you. And then, maybe, if the signs seemed right, I could ask you to take me home. Or I could ask you now.

Flynne: "Macon and Edward run afoul of the law at long last?"
Tommy: "Well, not quite yet. But, uh, give 'em time."

Seems the only time folks use cash nowadays is for something funny.

Wolf: "What are you up to, Aelita?"
Aelita: "Saving a world."
Wolf: "Our world is long past saving. I thought that was always your point."
Aelita: "I didn't say 'our' world."

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

The future is already here - it's just not evenly distributed.

When the past is always with you, it may as well be present; and if it is present, it will be future as well.

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button.

And now he’s dear and so unsure; I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.

I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!