Quotes from Philip K. Dick

Rick said, "I'll find out from Harry Bryant." He felt irritable; office gossip annoyed him because it always proved better than the truth.

Activity does not necessarily mean life. Quasars are active. And a monk meditating is not inanimate.

It's easy for you people here; you live a safe, purposeless life, nothing to do, nothing to worry about.

La mayoría de los androides que he conocido tenían más deseo de vivir que mi esposa, piensa Deckard.

The guilty, he reflected as he drove amid the heavy late-afternoon traffic as carefully as possible, may flee when no one pursues—he

Without war the lower elements of mankind have increased all out of proportion. They threaten the educated few, those with scientific knowledge and training, the ones equipped to direct society. They have no regard for science or a scientific society, based on reason. And this Movement seeks to aid and abet them. Only when scientists are in full control can the—

She's so — well, maybe she is a witch. I mean, maybe that's what witches were … old women with strange talents. Like her — being able to pass through time.

I think Dr. Willis McNelly at the California State University at Fullerton put it best when he said that the true protagonist of an sf story or novel is an idea and not a person. If it is good sf the idea is new, it is stimulating, and, probably most important of all, it sets off a chain-reaction of ramification-ideas in the mind of the reader; it so-to-speak unlocks the reader's mind so that that mind, like the author's, begins to create.

Most of it has probably gone into erad by now, but they may have a few terminal typescript manuscripts.

The idea of Saint Paul whirling around in the giant teacups wile composing First Corinthians, as Paris TV films him with a telephoto lens—that just can't be. Saint Paul would never go near Disneyland. Only children, tourists, and visiting Soviet high officials ever go to Disneyland. Saints do not.

It's—it's a variable." Kaplan was shaking, white-lipped and pale. "Something from which no inference can be made. The man from the past. The machines can't deal with him. The variable man!

We talked for a while about the area, and then I told Nat about a paper I had written in college about the Roman general Stilicho.

Because when the death-dealing powers of ice and cold reach your loins, your breasts and hips and buttocks as well as your heart—it was already deep in her heart, surely—then there will be no more woman. And you won't survive that. No matter what I or any man chooses to do.

Lo más que puedo pensar en hacer, lo más que puedo hacer en este momento, sería darte un beso. Tal vez en la mejilla, si te parece bien.

God is either powerless, stupid or he doesn't give a shit. Or all three. He's evil, dumb, and weak.

The alleged sheep contained an oat-tropic circuit; at the sight of such cereals it would scramble up convincingly and amble over.

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life.

Entering the phone booth, he did a phone thing.

Her heart, Bob Arctor reflected, was an empty kitchen: floor tile and water pipes and a drainboard with pale scrubbed surfaces, and one abandoned glass on the edge of the sink that nobody cared about.

It is the human phosphene response to full-spectrum white, to pure sunlight.

Yaldaboath is a monster spawned by Sophia who fell from the Pleroma," Fat said. "He imagines he's the only god but he's wrong. There's something the matter with him; he can't see. He creates our world but because he's blind he botches the job. The real God sees down from far above and in his pity sets to work to save us. Fragments of light from the Pleroma are—

Questi romanzieri conoscono un milione di trucchi. Prendete il dottor Goebbels; è così che ha cominciato, scrivendo narrativa.

And, my dad concluded, calming down a little, all our dignity consists in just that. I mean, man's little and can't fill time and space, but he sure can make use of the brain God gave him.

The hallmark of the fraudulent is that it becomes what you would like it to be.