Quotes from Henry Farrell

Jane looked up at him. He was not an ugly man, not mean or hateful-looking. But you couldn't go by appearances. Some of the nicest-looking people were really very bad.

Oh, I wish Daddy could be here right now! You can't ever lose your talent, he used to tell me. Once you're born with talent, you have it all your life long. You can lose money, youth and looks, but——You want to see the pictures?" In

Sometimes you thought you had a thing—but then part of it—or all of it—always got away. Life itself could not be possessed, really, not even a minute of it.

I want it, I want it!" Her face grew liverish. "I make the money, so I can have what I want. You can't stop me!" "Jane,

It made you feel good just to know there was somebody somewhere who liked you and thought that what you did was all right. Reaching

He sat there staring down into the descending darkness, his thoughts wildly mixed and uncertain. For the moment he knew only one thing; from this night forwards he would never be able to think of Jane Hudson or her sister without experiencing all over again the same awful retching sickness that he felt now.

Dick believed that we all live in a world where 'spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups - and the electronic hardware exists by which to deliver these pseudo-worlds right into heads of the reader.

In other words, we live in Philip K. Dick's future, not George Orwell's or Aldous Huxley's ... Dick believed that we all live in a world where 'spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political group - and the electronic hardware exists by which to deliver these pseudo-worlds right into heads of the reader.

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck. The

A missing lover, a severed hand, but a body never discovered… An heiress and a bloodied gown…

What have you done?

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck.