Quotes from Philip K Dick

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

this is the essence of science fiction, the conceptual dislocation within the society is generated in the author's mind, transferred to paper, and from paper it occurs as a convulsive shock in the reader's mind, the shock of dysrecognition.

hence the very best science fiction ultimately winds up being a collaboration between author and reader, in which both create - and enjoy it; joy is the essential and final ingredient of science fiction, the joy of discovery of newness

Arnie Kott owned the only harpsichord on Mars. However, it was out of tune, and he could find no one to service it. No matter which way you cut it, there were no harpsichord tuners on Mars.

What did anything mean? he wondered. And how did a person tell? We can never be certain. Not until our dying day. And maybe not even then. All of us, he thought, are down here fumbling around, guessing and calculating. Doing the best we can.

God, how dark it is here, and totally silent. Nothing but me lives in this vacuum.

Soy un azote, como las plagas, como el hambre. A donde voy llevo la vieja maldición. Mercer lo dijo: estoy obligado a hacer el mal. Todo lo que he hecho, ha sido siempre malo. Desde el comienzo. Es hora de irse a casa. Quizás, cuando vea a Irán, podré olvidar

Se o viciado é o último a saber que é um viciado, então talvez o homem seja o último a saber que está de fato dizendo o que ele próprio diz. - O homem duplo

But to grieve; it's to die and be alive at the same time.

So I go to college and I'm standing there looking in the microscope. And there aren't even any paramecia in there at all, 'cause the slide moved. And the instruction is, 'Draw what you see.' And I realize that there's nothing there, nothing at all. But I can't consciously face the fact that this is a symbol of my whole projected four years there, I'm drawing pictures of things that -

And in my case I kept thinking, If I only was stronger mentally, psychologically, and everything, to bear these responsibilities. And in point of fact there was no way anybody could stand that situation. No way. It was not an indication of psychological weakness. It was an indication of not facing reality, but a peculiar kind, you see.

The animal at bay was himself.

A brand-new tape recorder, completely worn out. Bought with funny money that the store is willing to accept. Worthless money, worthless article purchased; it has a sort of logic to it.

the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves.

maybe I have got to the point when I see something in everything, because I want to see something. The next thing, he thought, is voices. I'll start hearing voices. What can I count on? What can I believe?

You invent it, he thought to himself. And then you maintain it until it's true.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.