Tinfoil on the Windows

I despise him, and it was when I read about how he begged Lucas (probably by holding onto his leg and whining while Lucas tried to walk to his golf cart) to be in the Vader suit, and they built a suit where Woodenson was actually peering out of the neck because of the height difference, that I realised I would probably throw some money toward a joint assassination fund, adding extra money for a particularly long and painful death.

I still think Gibsons greatest work is Johnny Mnemonic. It's fifteen pages stamped indelibly on my brain like a white-hot literary brand.