Quotes About Philosophy

Retrograde time is forward time which has passed the turning point; then as it turns back it is freighted with the load of accumulated knowledge. It is information rich. Logically, then, in its retrograde tracking, it would divest itself of its knowledge: teach rather than learn, so that when it arrived at the other end, it would be information poor, even info empty.

Jak z?o?ymy wszystko, co wiemy, to widzimy tylko, ?e co? tu nie gra. Ale jak pi?knie i ciekawie nie gra.

Do androids dream?

A realidade é aquilo que não desaparece, quando se deixa de crer nisso.

Emily Dickinson was full of shit when she prattled about "kindly Death"; that's an abominable thought, that death is kind. She never saw a six-car pile-up on the Eastshore Freeway.

But a mood like that, Rick said, you're apt to stay in it, not dial your way out. Despair like that, about total reality, is self-perpetuating.

I'll be all right," he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

Hay muchos libros vivos. No de un modo metafórico.

El mal es un elemento consustanciado con el mundo, se dijo el señor Tagomi. Se derrama sobre nuestra cabeza, entra en nuestro cuerpo, nuestra mente, nuestro corazón, hasta en las piedras de la calle.

you can't fart without changing the balance in the universe.

I've read the Cosmic Trigger and Robert Anton Wilson says

Jamás había pensado en la semejanza entre los animales eléctricos y los andrillos. Un animal eléctrico era una forma inferior, un robot de menor calidad.

It sounds like they're saying passive life is good, he thought. But there is no such thing as passive life. That's a contradiction.

We human beings are created and yet we are more rational than the creator himself who spawned us.

I seem to be living in my own novels more and more. I can't figure out why. Am I losing touch with reality? Or is reality actually sliding toward a Phil Dickian type of atmosphere? And if the latter, then for god's sake why? Am I responsible? How could I be responsible? Isn't that solipsism? It's too much for me.

However, I do think one could say this; rather than having it read: Ubik, by Philip K. Dick, one could put it this way: PHILIP K. DICK By Ubik In a sense I am joking, of course, but in a sense I am not.

Non turbare la tua pace interiore, niente è giusto o sbagliato, non si vince né si perde. Esistono solo gli individui e ognuno di essi è solo. Completamente solo! Impara a essere solo, guarda gli uccelli, volano ma non parlano a nessuno del loro volo né si preoccupano di conservarne il ricordo per raccontarlo in futuro. ... Lascia che la tua vita rimanga un segreto perché è segreta

Van Vogt's The World of Null-A—there was something about that which absolutely fascinated me.

This guy—Joe whatever—hasn't even got the right expression on his face; he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith. Yes, that's how they are. They're not idealists like Joe and me; they're cynics with utter faith.

There are celebrated literary lions who've won Pulitzers and Booker prizes for ideas that Dick would toss aside in an early chapter, but … oh, what's the use. You evidently already know the score, because you're reading this.

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand.

God is either powerless, stupid or he doesn't give a shit. Or all three. He's evil, dumb, and weak.

And, my dad concluded, calming down a little, all our dignity consists in just that. I mean, man's little and can't fill time and space, but he sure can make use of the brain God gave him.

In other words, an entire new world is pointed to, by this. The name for it is neither art, for it has no form, nor religion. What is it? I have pondered this pin unceasingly, yet cannot fathom it. We evidently lack the work for an object like this. So you are right, Robert. It is authentically a new thing on the face of the world