Philip K. Dick Quotes
He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.
Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.
It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense
I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.
That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.
When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.
If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.
The will to believe chases out the rational mind, whenever and wherever the two come into conflict.
Should we have a leader or should we think for ourselves? Obviously the latter in principle. But-sometimes there lies a gulf between what is theoretically right and that which is practical.
Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.
Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.
Certainly it constitutes bad news if the people who agree with you are buggier than batshit.
He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.
I will never fully understand; that is the nature of such creatures. Or is this Inner Truth now, this that is happening to me? I will wait. I will see. Which it is. Perhaps it is both.
The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.
The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.
In a civil war… every side is wrong. It’s hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.
On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.
The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.
When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.
All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind
