Quotes from Philip K. Dick

In the cramped environment of little houses, with the car parked under the kitchen window, clothes hanging in the yard, countless skimpy errands keeping her involved until nothing else is left, only a preoccupation with things to get done, things to have ready

Siempre que hablaba de ti, en realidad, no describía nada. Como si nunca te viera realmente. Como si nadie fuera real de verdad para mí.

This is a snowflake that was once a flame—the flame was once the fragment of a star.

I can't make your reality-situation palatable to you. But I can help you comprehend it.

Posiblemente quiero que muera porque ya no lo quiero; ya no le necesito más. De forma deliberada me involucré contigo (...) sin mostrar ninguna preocupación por terceros, ni siquiera por ti, para conseguirte, porque eres un buen material como marido y yo necesito un marido nuevo ahora que he agotado al anterior. Y si te quedas conmigo, te trataré igual que lo traté a él. Volverá a ser lo mismo otra vez.

Her mind was always off in some odd direction, flashing and echoing in its fullness, and baffling him eternally; he could never keep up with her, and so his awe of her continually grew.

It was like, he had once thought, a little plastic boat that would sail on forever, without incident, until it finally sank, which would be a secret relief to all.

If there's one thing that contemporary psychiatry has shown, it's that. Merely knowing that you are mentally sick won't make you well, any more than knowing you have a heart condition provides a suddenly sound heart.

Fred, Robert Arctor, ne aveva già fatte sei di riunioni come quella, così da sapere bene che cosa dire e anche che cosa ci fosse in serbo per lui: tipi assortiti e varie gradazioni di domande da stronzi e un'ottusa stupidità collettiva. In aggiunta, un inutile spreco del suo tempo, più una bella dose di rabbia e un senso ogni volta più grande di futilità.

Apuesto a que te dijo que fue el destino el que te trajo aquí, ¿verdad? Creen que son peones en manos de seres superiores, cuando en realidad son peones en manos de sus propias subconscientes, que se han desbocado.

Observing her youth, her automatic radiance, he said, "'I feel as old as yonder elm.'" "From Finnegans Wake," Kathy said happily. "When the old washerwomen at dusk are merging into trees and rocks." "You've read Finnegans Wake?" he asked, surprised.

The jukebox played some hillbilly tune; steel guitar and emotion-choked moaning...

If you don't buy, they'll kill you. The perfect sales-pitch. Buy or die—new slogan.

She used to stand there and watch me do this shit back then, flashing me "Die!" messages, like they say in transactional analysis. Die. Do not be.

It would be nice to live in the world of tomorrow. With robots and rocket ships to do all the work. You could just sit back and take it easy. No worries, no cares. No frustrations.

You left the cap off the toothpaste tube again.' And then I realized it was my ex-wife.

Robert Arctor si fermò. Osservò attentamente il suo pubblico, quel branco di perbene nei loro costosi vestiti, con le loro costose cravatte e le scarpe costose, e pensò: La Sostanza M non potrebbe mai distruggere i loro cervelli, non ne hanno nemmeno un po'.

When he looked up, Silvia was standing in front of him. Her arms were folded and she gazed vacantly past him. A bright yellow pencil was behind her ear. Her brown hair was tied back in a hard bun. At the corner others were sitting, other Silvias, dishes in front of them, half dozing or eating, some of them reading. Each the same as the next, except for their clothing.

Im not much but im all I have - Martian Time-Slip

Tripping across a country pasture with Junie Black... spreading out a blanket on the hot, dry hillside, among the smells of grass and afternoon sun. No, not there. Is that gone, too? Hollow outward form instead of substance; the sun not actually shining, the day not actually warm at all but cold, gray and quietly raining.

It was a scene of ruin and despair, and of a ponderous, timeless, inertial heaviness.

The noise and stirrings represented authentic life. Some people found all this evil; he did not. People who thought that were wrong. The restless, roving bands of males who sought God knew what—they themselves didn't know: their striving was the genuine primal under-urge of protoplasmic material itself. This irritable ceaseless motion had once carried life right out of the sea and onto land;

The gulf between their world and hers had manifested itself, however much they'd meditated on how to ball her, and remained.

Dès le réveil, un plein bol de bons flocons Ubik, la céréale pour adultes, plus croustillante, plus délicieuse, plus nutritive. La céréale des petits déjeuners joyeux, exquise jusqu'à la dernière cuillerée ! Ne pas dépasser la portion conseillée pour un repas.