Quotes from Philip K. Dick

Fat had gone to the county hospital in the first place because he didn't have the money to be taken to a private hospital. So now he had learned something else about being crazy: not only does it get you locked up, but it costs you a lot of money. They can bill you for being crazy and if you don't pay or can't pay they can sue you, and if a court judgment is issued against you and you fail to comply, they can lock you up again, as being in contempt of court.

And yet now and then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are half-baked compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The old aboriginal myth; the truth, there.

Jump in the urinal and stand on your head I'm the one that's alive. You're all dead. Lean over the bowl and then take a dive All of you are dead. I am alive.

Maybe—after 14 months all I really know is that I don't know anything except that it happened to me, and what I saw during that short time was real. That's

Italy being a traitor?" His voice grated. "The Duce—he was a clown; we all know that.

The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language, but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself.)

That McCarthy, he thought, is a damn good shop foreman. He has the knack of needling a man, getting him to put out his best efforts, to do his utmost in spite of himself. He's a natural leader; he almost inspired me, for a moment, there.

Objective reality is a synthetic construct, dealing with a hypothetical universalization of a multitude of subjective realities.

Most of the masses still believe in magic, you know. Spells. Potions. It's a big business, I am told.

There are people among us who are biologically human but who are androids in the metaphoric sense.

So I left the TV sound off and I sat down at my mood organ and I experimented. And I finally found a setting for despair. Her dark, pert face showed satisfaction, as if she had achieved something of worth. 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, about staying here on Earth after everybody who's small has emigrated, don't you think?

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find. I'm

I can't dial a setting that stimulates my cerebral cortex into wanting to dial! If I don't want to dial, I don't want to dial that most of all, because then I will want to dial, and wanting to dial is right now the most alien drive I can imagine; I just want to sit here on the bed and stare at the floor.

Si es amor por una mujer o una imitación androide, es sexo. Despierte y cuestióneselo, Deckard. Quería acostarse con un androide femenino, nada más y nada menos.

It looks," Lotze said, gazing down, "as if it was designed by a Jew.

The Grasshopper Lies Heavy.

They know a million tricks, those novelists.

Yes, these new young people, of the rising generation, who did not remember the days before the war or even the war itself—they were the hope of the world.

Hell,' I said, 'love is an American cult. We take it too seriously; it's practically a national religion.

But it doesn't matter. The electric things have their lives, too. Paltry as those lives are.

It is their sense of space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick.

I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

GOD IS NO WHERE GOD IS NOW HERE

he still never saw her as anything but a direct, literal invitation of God's, dropped into his life for reasons he would never know.