Quotes from Philip K. Dick

From downstairs his mother called, "Sammy, you're not going out on the roof, are you?" "No," he yelled back. I am out, he told himself, making in his mind a fine distinction.

Siempre he creído que al menos la mitad de los personajes famosos de la historia no han existido.

It meant that you were seeing into absolute reality. The essence beyond the mere appearance. In your terminology, he thought, what you saw is called - stigmata.

Most androids I've known have more vitality and desire to live than my wife.

Todas las vidas son una; <>, como dijo Shakespeare una vez

A MAN IS AN angel that has become deranged, Joe Fernwright thought. Once they—all of them—had been genuine angels, and at that time they had had a choice between good and evil, so it was easy, easy being an angel. And then something happened. Something went wrong or broke down or failed. And they had become faced with the necessity of choosing not good or evil but the lesser of two evils, and so that had unhinged them and now each was a man.

One big problem in postmodernism is that people can check books on Goodreads without having an account on Goodreads... This illusion of knowledge must be stopped before it destroys all forms of civilization! You can't have fun without a personal account. You can't even ask for someone else's account to check private updates, it's dangerous! We are on the brink of a dystopian catastrophe.

sueñan los andorides? , se pregunto Rick. Era evidente: por eso de vez en cuando mataban a sus amos y venían a la Tierra. A vivifr una vida mejor, sin servidumbre

Yava? cinayetler vard?r, h?zl? cinayetler vard?r...Beden cinayetleri vard?r, ak?l cinayetleri vard?r. U?ursuz okullar?n?zda i?ledikleriniz gibi...

De manera que debo advertirle que cualquier cosa que piense podrá emplearse contra usted.

She had taught him to loathe himself, and then, having done that, she had left him.

Like an existentialist, I will infer my state from the actions I perform. Thought follows deed, as Mussolini taught. In Anfang war die Tat, as Goethe says in Faust. In the beginning was the deed, not the word.

I don't trust him. You know, he's crazy. And when you're around him you're crazy too.

What will they accept, then?" Norm said, "Perky Pat herself." He was silent, then. "Oh good Lord," she said, appalled. "But if we win," Norm pointed out, "we win Connie Companion.

But you can't win. Axiomatically, you lose. Consider the premises of the situation. By definition, a Champion of the One True God triumphs; anything else would be a denial of His power.

The big economic forces had managed to remain free, although virtually everything else had been absorbed by the Government. Laws that had been eased away from the private person still protected property and industry.

You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and start packing their things and you say, "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to.

Needless to say, the realization had never penetrated to Fat's mind that Sherri sought out this kind of abode. Her dingy surroundings came as a result of her affliction, not as a cause; she could recreate these conditions wherever she went—which Fat eventually discovered.

Ali sada je prekasno, put do nivoa pakla je poplo?an naknadnim pretpostavkama.

But I feel a unity between the force which changed me and the red and gold energy which I saw. From within me, as part of me, it looked out and saw itself.

What does it mean, to die? he wondered. Uniqueness always perishes. Nature works by overproducing each species; uniqueness is a fault, a failure of nature. For survival there should be hundreds, thousands, even millions of one species, all interchangeable—if all but one dies, then nature has won. Generally it loses. But himself. I am unique, he realized. So I am doomed, Every man is unique and hence doomed. A melancholy thought.

The Four-Faced Visitors of…Ezekiel, by Arthur Orton We are told from our Sunday

Ubik is clearly an allegory for the Christian concept of "grace"; author Michael Bishop has written that Ubik is "whatever gets you through the dark night of the soul." In the Exegesis, Ubik becomes shorthand for redemption

Pero no puedo usar el videófono -protestó Isidore, angustiado-. Porque soy feo, encorvado, peludo, ceniciento y de dientes separados. Y además, me siento mal a causa de la radiación. Creo que me voy a morir.