Quotes from Philip K. Dick

Además, nadie recordaba hoy por qué había estallado la guerrra, ni quién- Si alguien- había ganado.

He was interested in only one thing: turning out the best job he could, with the skill he possessed. For us, that skill has opened up a whole universe, endless galaxies and systems to explore. Worlds without end. Unlimited, untouched worlds.

In a society where we rely upon pundits, analysts, and various forms of social media to shape our responses and tell us what we should feel and think, the twin viruses of complacency and apathy are given entre into our psyche. Numbing us out. The 'alien forces' that come to invade our minds are our own creation.

History is passing us by.

There should be a monument somewhere, he thought, listing those who died in this. And, worse, those who didn't die. Who had to live on past death.

His disciples asked him what this parable might mean, and he said, 'The mysteries of the kingdom of God are revealed to you, for the rest there are only parables, so that they might see but not perceive, listen but not understand.'" (Luke 8:9/10)

I am made out of water. You wouldn't know it, because I have it bound in. My friends are made out of water, too. All of them. The problem for us is that not only do we have to walk around without being absorbed by the ground but we also have to earn our livings. Actually, there's even a greater problem. We don't feel at home anywhere we go. Why is that?

Something looked at him. With its mouth. It had eaten most of its own eyes.

In cleaning up the ills of the world, Edith Pritchet eradicated, not merely objects, but whole classes of objects. Probably, at some remote time and place, she had been annoyed by a honking car. Now, in her pleasant fantasy version of the world, such things didn't exist. They simply weren't . Her list of annoyances was undoubtedly considerable. And there was no way to tell what was included.

It had been a phobia of his for years that someday he would fall into the hands of madmen---in particular, madmen who seemed sane up until the last moment.

Era obvio que la empatía sólo se encontraba en la comunidad humana, en tanto que se podía hallar cierto grado de inteligencia en todas las especies, hasta en los arácnidos. Probablmente la facultad empática exigía un instinto de grupo sin cortapisas. A un organismo solitario, como una araña, de nada podía servirle.

Non siete contenti di non vivere in un romanzo di fantascienza, dove ogni azione ha uno scopo ed è coerente, e in un cui il caso non agisce? La capillare sensazione che abbiamo di un universo senza senso è forse ciò che sostiene le nostre vite.

Frankly you look more like a goat man to me.

Not an encouraging thought. Whatever thing, object, or event had at any time in her fifty-odd years stirred the smooth surface of her vapid enjoyment was gently eased out of existence. He could guess a few. Garbage men who rattled cans. Door-to-door salesmen. Bills and tax forms of all kinds. Crying babies (perhaps all babies). Drunks. Filth. Poverty. Suffering in general. It was a wonder anything was left.

The phoce, now, seemed to have fallen deeper into his beer-induced trance;

She nodded to the waitress, who placed a solidstem but chilled wine glass before Rachmael; he automatically, obediently, poured himself a trace of the 2002 Buena Vista white, tasted it; kept himself from taking more; he merely nodded in compliment to the wine, tried to make it appear that he was accustomed to such an outrageously, almost divinely penetrating bouquet and flavor. It made absurd everything he had drunk his life long.

Knocking TV. It's a national pastime in itself. Think in your mind of all the homes, people sitting around saying, 'What's happened to this country? Where's the level of education gone? The morality?

Para Rick Deckard, un robot humanoide fugitivo, equipado con inteligencia superior a la de muchos seres humanos, que hubiera matado a su amo, que no tuviera consideración por los animales ni fuera capaz de sentir alegría empática por el éxito de otra forma de vida, ni dolor por su derrota, era la síntesis de los Asesinos.

There's something very strange and touching about humans. An android would have never done that. (…) It wouldn't have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.

We're all going to be little brown gophers. We'll all have to learn to dig down in the rubble and find the good things, because that's where they'll be.

Listen, Ruth. I saw the fabric of reality split open. I saw—behind. Underneath. I saw what was really there. And I don't want to go back.

En la vida real- pensaba Rick-, no hay campanillas mágicas como ésas para hacer que el enemigo desaparezxa sin el menor esfuerzo. una lástima.

But to grieve; it's to die and be alive at the same time. The most absolute, overpowering experience you can feel, therefore. Sometimes I swear we weren't constructed to go through such a thing; it's too much - your body damn near self-destructs with all that heaving and surging.

I see a lot I like. It's the cost that bothers me.