Quotes About Dystopia

a laboratory of social and economic horror.

Reading 1984 might get people thinking about it,' I said.

The community of the Giver had achieved at such great price. A community without danger or pain. But also, a community without music, color or art. And books.

The only science fiction I have written is Fahrenheit 451. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen. It has happened.

Your apocalypse was fab.

If things continue this way, there will be two societies - or at least I hope there will be two - the one you're helping create, and an alternative to it. You and your ilk will live, willingly, joyfully, under constant surveillance, watching each other always, commenting on each other, voting and liking and disliking each other, smiling and frowning, and otherwise doing nothing much else.

something about how all this could or would lead to totalitarianism. Her stomach sank.

As accustomed as he was to the ever-expanding muscle of technology, even Jason Archer had to shake his head occasionally over what was really out there. Iris scanners were also used to closely monitor worker productivity. Jason grimaced. Truth be known, Orwell had actually underestimated.

Picture millions of average nonabnormal North Americans, all implanted with Briggs electrodes, all with electronic access to their own personal p-terminals, never leaving home, thumbing their personal stimulation levers over and over.

Basically it means the world's a giant shithole, but some of us are capable of imagining something better.

'Divergent,' directed by Neil Burger, displayed an admirable seriousness and some grim verve in laying out the boundaries of novelist Veronica Roth's dystopia - six segregated but ostensibly harmonious regions defined by their inhabitants' skills.

the bible—that is, William Gibson's novel Neuromancer, which popularized the term "cyberpunk.

Leave it to the Russians to have an angel gulag.

Many of those who refer to Orwell seem not to have read much more than Animal Farm and Nineteen-Eighty-Four , if those. The millions who have heard of Big Brother and Room 101 know nothing of their progenitor.

Obviously one man's Utopia is another man's hell.

The door refused to open. It said, Five cents, please.

Life which we can no longer distinguish; life carefully buried up to its forehead in the carcass of a dead world.

Nothing is so alien, so bleak and unfriendly, as the strip of gas stations—cut-rate gas stations—and motels on the rim of your own city. You fail to recognize it. And at the same time, you have to clasp it to your bosom. Not just for one night, but as long as you intend to live where you live.

Mr. Tagomi turned to a passer-by, a thin man in rumpled suit. "What is that?" he demanded, pointing. The man grinned. "Awful, ain't it? That's the Embarcadero Freeway. A lot of people think it stinks up the view.

Philip K. Dick

Come down here, he said, and we'll rent a hotel room. Why? Something I heard today, he said hoarsely. About situations involving human men and android women.

Fakat zaten çökmek üzere olan bir toplumda ne yapabilirsiniz? ÇökmüÅŸ kanunlara m? uyars?n?z? Kötü bir kanunu saymamak suç mu? Ya da kötülüÄŸe kullan?lan bir yemini bozmak suç mu?

It was a brilliant idea and the only idea that could have worked. Up above, on the ruined, blasted surface of what had once been a living planet, the leady crawled and scurried, and fought Man's war. And undersurface, in the depths of the planet, human beings toiled endlessly to produce the weapons to continue the fight, month by month, year by year.

Philip K. Dick