Metal Gear Solid Quotes

Only the framing material," Lucas demurely, "obvious influences, Neo-Tokyo from Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Metal Gear Solid by Hideo Kojima, or as he's known in my crib, God.

I won't scatter your sorrow to the heartless sea. I will always be with you.

Snake pulled out the digital camera and decided to play a joke on Otacon. He snapped a picture of the pinup, muttered, "Good," and closed the door.

This safety from harm might cause the imaginative experience of reading a book to be judged inferior to real experience. But that is not the case. Making contact with memes, in the forms of books or movies or other media, provides knowledge and wisdom necessary for going out into the real world; they are legitimate experiences all the same.

Did you just say 'nerd'?" "Not a 'nerd' - node." "Oh.

Of course I do, Jack! You have to beLIEve me!

Commander Keen, Myst, Doom, Diablo, Final Fantasy, Metal Gear Solid, Leisure Suit Larry, The Colonel’s Bequest, Ultima, Warcraft, Monkey Island, The Oregon Trail,

Stories allow you to experience places you could never go - the past, the future, or distant worlds. You can become a different ethnicity or gender. Even when you're reading all by yourself, you're sharing those stories as they unfold before you with countless people whom you've never met. We are alone, but we are connected.

In the nine years I’d known Snake, this was the first time I’d heard him reference Star Wars.

Their struggles save me from my loneliness. Their struggles are themselves another story and another meme.

A world without books is inconceivable.

Rather than the hopeless loneliness I felt inside crowds of the living, I chose to converse with the dead, whom I could never reach. Rather than the living people who would not understand me, I chose the dead who shared the same understanding as me.

We live in the era of the search engine. Gone is the era of finding things on your own. If you want to find something, you can use your computer or phone to easily google it. You can find popular restaurants, movies, novels, and fashion anywhere in the world with no challenge. Ours is now a life of passive acquisition. But the joy of finding is gone, as is the catharsis of going to great trouble in searching for something and finding it.

Sadie had reached a part in Metal Gear Solid where the player character was spying on a female non-player character exercising in her underwear. The NPC's name was Meryl Silverburgh, which also struck Sadie as ridiculous. "Come on," Sadie said. "Meryl fricking Silverburgh in her underwear." "Maybe Kojima's into Jewesses." Sadie wondered if most gamers would be turned on by this. She often had to put herself into a male point of view to even understand the game at all. As Dov was fond of saying to her, "You aren't just a gamer when you play anymore. You're a builder of worlds, and if you're a builder of worlds, your feelings are not as important as what your gamers are feeling. You must imagine them at all times. There is no artist more empathetic than the game designer." Sadie the gamer found this scene sexist and strange. At the same time, Sadie the world builder accepted that the game was made by one of the most creative minds in gaming.

My reason is the same as the one Lehane gave in that interview: all stories have an end. All creators, too, have an end. I would like to bring my story to its end before I arrive at mine.

A very long time ago, I dreamed that I met a cat. When I awoke, I had returned to being a high school student, and the dream quickly passed from my memory. But as an adult, reading Jennie again, I realized that I had never forgotten the experience of that dream, not even for an instant. Now, as always, I carry Jennie’s meme inside myself. And so, when I declared at the beginning of this essay that I had never had a cat, I was wrong. I had Jennie.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with disliking a book that someone else recommended to you. Your judgment was made from your own point of view. If you liked a book simply because someone else praised it, that would be no different than retweeting a post on Twitter; nothing of you

is there. Don’t be concerned about being wrong or having a differing opinion. What wonderful results might arise when you discover a winner with your own eyes and mind? Something that is a winner for me may not be a winner for you, but that’s all right.

During the Great War, the German army occupied Kristóf’s village and forced the residents to use the German language. Upon liberating Hungary, the Soviets made learning Russian compulsory in school. In this way, Kristóf’s mother tongue was repeatedly stolen from her amid the ravages of war. As a result, she wrote in what she often called “an enemy language,” and when she wrote these three novels, she elevated the tragic loss of her native language into literature.

The Creative Gene will form connections—strands—between me and you, and maybe new memes will be made. Toward that hope, I will once again visit a bookstore today and search for strands that I have not yet seen.

I am the lightning … the rain transformed.

I suddenly thought of Low Roar’s “I’ll Keep Coming.” ME + ME connected as if the union had been planned from the start, and a new meme came to life.

That’s why I read books, watch movies, and listen to music. I go to art and history museums. I meet people. That repeated process is the only way to learn from history and create the future.

I'm going to send you a love letter, my dear. Do you know what that is? It's a bullet, straight from my gun to your heart.

For me, Akatsuka’s manga was not nonsense; it was a new sense. From that point on, I wanted to be an idiot and a genius.

I don’t want to surrender myself in the perpendicular space between fool and genius; I want to put myself on the same plane as them both.

What a working man requires, more than any title, is his own identity. His own way of living. His own judgment. His own name, given to him by his parents. And the value that name currently holds.

There is no active thought process deciding what one thing they need to take along. I think that because of that, they are forgetting the joy that was once found in portability

And the meanings of those stories will change based on the time and circumstances in which they are read. Then, left to each individual recipient, certain elements will be imitated, and others expanded. Through that repeated behavior, new memes are born.

I want to tell a great many stories, and to build connections between people and each other, and across worlds and times. Those connections may become “the creative genes” that will present us with worlds no one has ever experienced before.

But I want to be remembered for what I’ve done, not for any title I’ve held. I want to use what’s left of my life for the sake of my personal mission, not my position.

And so when I exchange business cards, I introduce myself by saying: “I am Hideo Kojima, game designer.

At this moment, my fingers are on a computer keboard. I'm going to type "geimu" and try to decide how I want the computer to convert it. Will it be a positive [...] (artful dream), or a negative [...] (receive nothing)? Or will i remain as it always has: [...] (video game)?

During that period, I hardly remember consuming anything other than science fiction—and yet I never suffered from malnutrition.

Her code name in battle: The Joy. She gave herself to fight for others, to protect others. And in it she found her joy.

When the time came for Snake to leave, Sunny stood at the edge of the cargo bay, waved goodbye, and called out, “S-see you, Snake!” Snake returned a smile. He would be gone for at least several days—several days without having to endure her fried eggs. I looked at Sunny, watching Snake reach the edge of the tarmac, and I thought, We’re something like a family, aren’t we.

Hiroko Minagawa. I’d heard the name before, but I hadn’t read any of her books. My pride as a daily browser of bookstores was deeply wounded.

By reading translated stories, we made efforts to understand unfamiliar worlds, cultures, and ideologies. We learned an intellectual excitement for the unknown, because that is what would expose us to new worlds. That, more than anything, is where the true pleasure of reading is found.

Hiroko Minagawa, thank you, truly, for opening my eyes. And—though I should have said this earlier—Mom, I’m delighted to have met you.

The mountain I’ve climbed—the creating of video games—is undergoing a seismic shift, and its form is changing. But I suppose I will keep climbing. Not “because it’s there.” But rather, because it’s not there.

and though he hadn’t been given the time to pass on his DNA, his arrangement of letters of a different sort will carry on his genetic information in perpetuity.

Perhaps the test we are faced with now—to preserve the seeds for the future—will be a new way of living (a new meme) in which we cast ourselves adrift from the previous era.

Books kept the feelings of isolation and loneliness from crushing me. My father’s early death contributed to a lack of role models in my life. But inside books, I was able to find adults and teachers to guide me along.

I have no idea what will connect with me, or where, or what kind of connection will form. And so, rather than wait in a passive haze, I desire to act with purpose and to cherish the encounters that result from my choices.

If I were to say which particular nutrients have been my vital sustenance for the past forty-three years, they would be movies, music, and novels, in that order.

I still go to a bookstore as close to every day as I possibly can—because bookstores are where I make new encounters.

wish I had a dad like that,” I thought. “No, I want to become a dad like that!” I had lost my own father by then, and my family unit had shrunk to three.

I haven’t yet become the kind of father that would make me feel satisfied with myself. I may have reached the level of the workaholic Hiroshi, but Charles remains beyond my reach. When will I be able to stop turning to these portraits of a family and make my own worthy one in reality? I want my children to not worship idols as I have, but to be able to look to our own real-life family and be inspired to dream for their futures.

Even though I’m part of it, I can’t help but be moved by the wonder of the story that carries the meme of Satoshi Itoh becoming Hideo Kojima, and Hideo Kojima returning to Project Itoh.

Kojima: I want the players to experience things that are only possible within video games and that have never been done before. Otherwise, there’s no point in making the game.

I believe that creating things is only possible through connections with other people, and works, and history, and all kinds of other things. Then, that newly created work will give someone else a push and move the world forward. I want to keep on doing that as long as I live.

By becoming the tiger, I found a different way to pass on my stories than the one I had so rigidly insisted upon. And so, even as a tiger, I intend to keep on howling into the later generations. Those stories will become new memes, not as prose, but as video games.

Her contemporaries, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa (born 1928), Yukio Mishima (born 1925), and others did much to disseminate transgressive and nonheteronormative memes, which in turn influenced the Year 24 Group—the next generation of creators, such as Moto Hagio, Keiko Takemiya, and Yumiko Oshima, who fueled the boom of girls’ manga containing themes of same-sex or otherwise forbidden or transgressive romance.

Twenty-five years ago, I incorporated a story and a message into video games—two elements largely considered unnecessary. Now, with the sudden rise of mobile gaming, the trend is reversing. It may be that the times have come to a conclusion: “Video games should be for killing time. They will not rise to the level of being culture.

Stories and fiction are often criticized as escapism. But in fiction is truth. Fiction can also be a tool at the forefront of the fight to correct the problems of reality.

The memes these stories communicated to me provided the energy I use to create, and to live.

Separated by distance and time, their letters are sometimes romantic, sometimes regretful, sometimes confessional, and sometimes scolding. Through their discrepancies and similarities, the past and present of the broken couple intertwine with the passing seasons like brocaded embroidery on woven fabric.

Abe would not settle for the ordinary. The Woman in the Dunes offers a third plot: the man finds a life inside the pit.

As long as you are walking forward, you will fall into a pit. In that case, should we not try to find the best life in our current pit? Rather than accepting it as it is, or escaping it, or lashing out against it, try to find a new purpose there.

Woman in the Dunes taught me the meme that freedom does not flow like sand; freedom is the flow itself.

By the time I realized it, I was surprised by how rarely we were playing our version of catch anymore.

And much like action or puzzle games, the more you read them, the better you get at it. You’ll gradually learn her patterns and will become able to get ahead of her—and then you can test your skills on the next book. That said, if you get sloppy, Christie will trounce you.

Also somebody probably wrote, ‘They’re going to kill us’ on the wall with their own blood.