Quotes from Philip K. Dick

Nietzche is right about christianity. It's the fucking hair shirt syndrome: always made me feel shame, guilt, always responding to duty and obligations to others --I view myself as weak, at the beck and call of others, obligated to them. Bullshit. I am a man -- as that book on judaism puts it. I need no one's permission anymore. I need not account to anyone. I owe them nothing; they are pushing old buttons, long out of date. I have proved my worth and earned my reward.

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull. The

Logically, Sherri should have squeezed every moment of pleasure out of life during her remission, but the mind does not function logically, as Fat had figured out. Sherri spent her time anticipating the loss of her remission.

I don't know if you can call that thing around his neck a tie. They tried to hang him, perhaps, and he proved too heavy; he broke the rope and continued on about his business.

In addition, no one today remembered why the war had come about or who, if anyone, had won.

When cab drivers recognize me, he decided, it's probably not in my mind. But when the heavens open and God speaks to me by name . . . that's when the psychosis takes over. It would be hard to distinguish.

Her life won't differ much when her cancer returns," Maurice said finally. "Does she talk about her cancer?" "Yes." "To clerks in stores? Everyone she meets?" "Yes." "Okay, her life will differ; she'll get more sympathy. She'll be better off.

He awoke—and wanted Mars. The valleys, he thought. What would it be like to trudge among them? Great and greater yet: the dream grew as he became fully conscious, the dream and the yearning. He could almost feel the enveloping presence of the other world, which only Government agents and high officials had seen. A clerk like himself? Not likely. "Are

If I die,' she murmured, 'maybe I'll be born again when the Rosen Association stamps out its next unit of my subtype.

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull.

Do androids dream?

A realidade é aquilo que não desaparece, quando se deixa de crer nisso.

The universe is information and we are stationary in it, not three-dimensional and not space time. The information fed to us we hypostatize into the phenomenal world.

In comparison to my life in the inter-connected dreams, this life is lonely and phony and worthless; unfit for an intelligent and educated person.

Strano come un delirio persecutorio riesca di tanto in tanto a incontrare, per quanto brevemente, la realtà.

Emily Dickinson was full of shit when she prattled about "kindly Death"; that's an abominable thought, that death is kind. She never saw a six-car pile-up on the Eastshore Freeway.

But a mood like that, Rick said, you're apt to stay in it, not dial your way out. Despair like that, about total reality, is self-perpetuating.

Mercer doesn't have to do anything alien to him. He suffers but at least he isn't required to violate his own identity.

I almost passed the IQ test,' he said in a low, shaky voice.' I'm not very special, only moderately'[…]

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

Are we to assist it in gaining power, in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

Things happen fast, during the time of transition in a totalitarian society.

Hallelujah," Rybys said. "What?" he

Jack thought, And people talk about mental illness as an escape! He shuddered. It was no escape; it was a narrowing, a contracting of life into, at last, a moldering, dank tomb, a place where nothing came or went; a place of total death.