Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.

Work for yourself, live for yourself. That's the only way.

Corporations say the "new" Net is safe and secure - that they've learned from past mistakes. From up their ivory towers everything must look all nice and pretty... But they're wrong. The Net ist just a rusty car with a fresh coat of paint, a heap of dog shit spritzed with perfume.

Speaking of harm's way. Know what I see lookin' at you? Walking, talking corpses.

V: Don't look like your typical Chinese chef...
Keisuke: And you don't look like a typical fuckin' customer.