Quotes from Philip K. Dick

It is proper that technically qualified non-lunatics should sit in judgement on lunatics. How could things be otherwise?

I didn't choose to get entangled in my domestic life, my boxer's clinch with Kathy. And if you think I did or do, it's because you're morbidly young. You've failed to pass from adolescent freedom into the land which I inhabit: married to a woman who is economically, intellectually, and even this, too, even erotically my superior.

Pascal said, All history is one immortal man who continually learns.

One more in a long line, a dreary entity among many others like him, an almost endless number of brain-damaged retards. Biological life goes on, he thought. But the soul, the mind—everything else is dead. A reflex machine. Like some insect. Repeating doomed patterns, a single pattern, over and over now. Appropriate or not.

Okay? You'll be a knockout. Listen, we'll buy a bottle of high-price Scotch and take it along. That Vat 69.' Frank

Never walk over a writer, I said to myself, unless you're positive he can't rise us behind you. If you're going to burn him, make sure he's dead. Because if he's alive, he will talk: talk in written form, on the printed, permanent page.

It does not have wabi," Paul said, "nor could it ever. But—" He touched the pin with his nail. "Robert, this object has wu.

Plastics. Polyesters. Resins. Ersatz—industrial uses. Do you see? No consumers' commodities.

With him inside the elevator descended.

Caroline said, She's terribly, terribly disruptive. So is reality, Hawthorne said.

I wonder, he wondered, if any human has ever felt this way before about an android.

You know what I think? I think you've picked up the Nazi idea that Jews can't create. That they can only imitate and sell. Middlemen.' He fixed his merciless scrutiny on Frink. 'Maybe so,' Frink said.

Everyone dwelt in it without realizing it. The Black Iron Prison was their world.

I finally found a setting for despair…So I put it on my schedule for twice a month; I think that's a reasonable amount of time to feel hopeless about everything...

We have no value, she said to herself. We can live out our tiny lives. If we want to. If it matters to us.

The audience agreed, Amen.

Baritone, cultivated, rolling-out-smooth voice familiar to Reiss. 'This is Doktor Goebbels.

You cook the native foods to perfection, Robert Childan thought. What they say is true: your powers of imitation are immense. Apple pie, Coca-Cola, stroll after the movie, Glenn Miller...you could paste together out of tin and rice paper a completely artificial America. Rice-paper Mom in the kitchen, rice-paper Dad reading the newspaper. Rice-paper put at his feet. Everything.

Being crazy and getting caught at it, out in the open, turns out to be a way to wind up in jail.

And after all, they had been successful with the Jews and Gypsies and Bible Students.

strictly speaking, the ability to travel through time . . . for instance, she can't go into the future. In a certain sense, she can't go into the past either; what she does, as near as I can comprehend it, is start a counter-process that uncovers the prior stages inherent in configurations of matter. But

I did not find God in the Prox system. But I found something better. God promises eternal life. I can do better; I can deliver it.

Gli americani leali potevano tornare a respirare tranquillamente: la loro libertà di fare ciò che gli veniva detto di fare era stata salvaguardata.

I'm sorry, Leon said. I can see you loved your two friends and you miss them, and maybe they're flying around somewhere in the sky, zipping here and there and being spirits and happy. But you and I and three billion other people are not, and until it changes here it won't be enough, Phil; not enough. Despite the supreme heavenly father. He has to do something for us here, and that's the truth. If you believe in the truth--well, Phil, that's the truth. The harsh, unpleasant truth.