Quotes About Reality

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

The mind is strange, but it has its reasons. The mind sees in a single glimpse life unlived, hopes unrewarded, emptiness and silence where there should have been noise and love. . . . my mind had the solemn task of rearranging past reality in order that I could go on, and it was not doing a good job.

What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane. To listen to Gloria rationally ask to die was to inhale the contagion. It was a Chinese finger trap, where the harder you pull to get out, the tighter the trap gets.

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.

Ubik talks to us from the future, from the end state to which everything is moving; thus Ubik is not here—which is to say now—but will be

It is only through the breakdown of his ordinary reality that he can be in-formed by the suprasensual reality of the divine letter: the Logos. Here, as in the famous opening of the Gospel of John—"In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God"—language becomes an "active agent" that is actually prior to material reality.

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.

The deeds of the heroes, in the sacred dream-time...the only time, according to the bushmen, that was real.

Everything's the same, when you break through to absolute reality; it's all one vast blur.

life is composed of reality configurations so constituted. To abandon her would be to say, I can't endure reality as such. I have to have uniquely special easier conditions.

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

verisimilitude.

Mercerism is a swindle.' The whole experience of empathy is a swindle.

God, what a dreadful thing - the truth.

The hallmark of the fraudulent is that it becomes what you would like it to be.

Realidade é aquela coisa que não desaparece quando você deixa de acreditar nela.

He himself had had a psychotic interlude, in his early twenties. It was common. It was natural. And, he had to admit, it was horrible. It made the fixed, rigid, compulsive-neurotic Public School seem a reference point by which one could gratefully steer one's course back to mankind and shared reality. It made him comprehend why a neurosis was a deliberate artifact, deliberately constructed by the ailing individual or by a society in crisis. It was an invention arising from necessity.

He started toward the door, then halted briefly. To the two of them he said, 'Is the owl genuine?' Rachael glanced swiftly at the elder Rosen. 'He's leaving anyhow,' Eldon Rosen said. 'It doesn't matter; the owl is artificial. There are no owls.

sometimes the best response to reality is to go insane

them. Saw a glimpse of it myself. What would

Half to himself, Fat said, He causes things to look different so it would appear time has passed.

We did not fall because of a moral error; we fell because of an intellectual error: that of taking the phenomenal world as real. Therefore we are morally innocent. It is the Empire in its various disguised polyforms that tells us we have sinned.

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.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.