Quotes from Philip K. Dick

He had broken a union ruling which was a basic law. In his opinion it was a foolish ruling, but nonetheless . . . vengeance is mine, sayeth the Extraterrestrial Repairmen's Union, Martian Branch. Wow, how he hated the bastards; his hatred had warped his life and he recognized that—and he did nothing about it: he wanted it to warp him. He wanted to keep on hating them, the vast monolithic structure, wherever it existed. They had caught him for giving socialized repair.

Another person wearing a hood—a probe shield.

quando si vive dentro, al sicuro, e si guarda fuori, e il muro è percorso da corrente elettrica e le guardie sono armate, perché mai si dovrebbe pensare alle sofferenze altrui?

Es el tipo de cosa que, si sabes que se puede hacer, la haces tú mismo, si dispones del tiempo suficiente.

You and I, when we argue, are made in each other. For when I understand what you understand, I become your understanding, and am made in you, in a certain ineffable way. —Erigena

A man can be defined as an animal that carries a pocket handkerchief

La realidad objetiva es la construcción sintética, que trata con una hipotética universalización de multitud de realidades subjetivas.

Like a graveyard for soldiers, he thought morbidly as he moved about, feeling compressed by the smallness of the room. On a wicker table a copy of Proust's Remembrance of Things Past. "How far'd you get into it?" he asked her. "To Within a Budding Grove.

thousand thoughts wandered loose in his head as he lay, fully awake. What

Our patriotic idiosyncratic ethnic patterns survive because they can be learned by any replacement generation

La partícula que se mueve de tal forma que nos impide predecir la posición que ocupará en un segundo determinado

Is he sick because he sees this? Or does he see this because he is sick?

D is for Substance D. D is dumbness, and despair, desertion-desertion of you from your friends, your friends from you, everyone from everyone. Isolation and loneliness... and hating and suspecting each other, D is finally death. Slow death from the head down. Well... that's it.

Der Geist eines Junkies ist wie die Musik, die du aus dem Radiowecker hörst - manchmal klingt sie ja ganz hübsch, aber sie ist nur dazu da, dich zu etwas Bestimmtem zu veranlassen. Die Musik aus dem Radiowecker soll dich aufwecken; die Musik des Junkies soll dich in ein Werkzeug zur Beschaffung von immer mehr Stoff verwandeln.

Of course you're a worm. We're all worms—grubby worms creeping over the crust of the Earth, through dust and dirt.

A portion of him turns against him and acts like another person, defeating him from inside. A man inside a man. Which is no man at all.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Das Leben einer Spinne ist genauso groß wie Ihres, und Ihres ist genauso groß wie meins. Ein Leben ist ein Leben.

What a way to live a life; what, as the other officer said just now, an endless nothing.

I don't expect to live long. So what? I don't want to be around long. Do you? Why? What's in this world?

Se puede decir que un hotel es bueno cuando encargas algo al servicio de habitaciones y el empleado no te mira en ningún momento al entrar en la estancia.

En otras palabras, estos objetos quedan superados al año de ser lanzados al mercado: inútiles, pequeños, insuficientes. Si no son reemplazados, si no compras uno nuevo, un modelo más perfeccionado...

La forma en la que no te miran es casi japonesa.

Do you think someday somebody will make a simulacrum of you and me? And we'll have to come back to life?