He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person. Philip K. Dick More Quotes by Philip K. Dick More Quotes From Philip K. Dick Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Philip K. Dick life-is-short white art My life and creative work are justified and completed by Blade Runner. Philip K. Dick blade-runner justified creative Every junkie, he thought, is a recording. Philip K. Dick junkie The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts. Philip K. Dick finals analysis together She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me. Philip K. Dick lifestyle happens He sat watching the people go by, wondering how a thing of this sort could have come about, I must have let myself get mixed up in something horrible, he thought ... Probably she's the one who did it; I have no control of myself or anything that's happened. So now I'm waking up. I'm awake, he thought ... I've been destroyed and now that I'm awake all I can do is realize it ... The shock of getting up there and telling that account made me see. Mixture of lies and bits of truth. Woven together. Unable to see where each starts. Philip K. Dick together lying people In Washington and Moscow they are saying, 'Man has finally come of age; he doesn't need paternalistic help.' Which is another way of saying, 'We have abolished that help, and in its place we will rule,' offering no help at all: taking but not giving, ruling but not obeying, telling but not listening, taking life and not giving it. The slayers govern now, without interference; the dreams of mankind have become empty. Philip K. Dick offering dream men but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves. Philip K. Dick weed pride fall Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work. Philip K. Dick lonely writing way Amazed, Fat said, "She's decomposing and yet she's still giving birth?" "Only to monsters," Dr. Stone said. Philip K. Dick stones monsters giving We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart. Philip K. Dick wise heart writing Well, I hate to admit it, but it is possible that there is (one) such a thing as telepathy and (two) that the CETI project's idea that we might communicate with extraterrestrial beings via telepathy is possibly a reasonable idea--if telepathy exists and if ETIs exist. Otherwise we are trying to communicate with someone who doesn't exist with a system which doesn't work. Philip K. Dick hate two ideas I, for one, bet on science as helping us. I have yet to see how it fundamentally endangers us, even with the H-bomb lurking about. Science has given us more lives than it has taken; we must Philip K. Dick bombs taken helping It did not seem possible that Wendy Wright had been born out of blood and internal organs like other people. In proximity to her he felt himself to be a squat, oily, sweating, uneducated nurt whose stomach rattled and whose breath wheezed. Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doomed. Seeing her face, he discovered that his own consisted of a garish mask; noticing her body made him feel like a low-class wind-up toy. Philip K. Dick class wind blood In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real. Philip K. Dick real wonder writing I was twelve when I read my first sf magazine Philip K. Dick magazines twelve firsts I did not tell Fat this, but technically he had become a Buddha. It did not seem to me like a good idea to let him know. After all, if you are a Buddha you should be able to figure it out for yourself. Philip K. Dick able figures ideas I have seen myself backward. Philip K. Dick A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children. Philip K. Dick two lying children Can we consider the universe real, and if so, in what way? Philip K. Dick statistics real way
