Philip K. Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick

Philip K.
Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick

American Science Fiction Novelist, Short Story Writer, Essayist and Philosopher, Eleven popular films based on his works have been produced, including Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly, Minority Report, Paycheck, Next, Screamers, The Adjustment Bureau and Impostor

Author Quotes

Yeah, we?ll be retreating from now on. Giving ground, instead of taking it. It?ll be like this today?losing fights, draws. Stalemates and worse. He raised his feverish eyes toward the ceiling of the little metal housing unit, face wild with passion and misery. But, by God, we?ll give them a run for their money. All the way back! Every inch!

You saw something you were not supposed to see ? something few elements have been aware of, let alone witnessed.

There?s a law,? Chuck said, ?which I call Rittersdorf?s Third Law of Diminished Returns, which states that proportional to how long you hold a job you imagine that it has progressively less and less importance in the scheme of things.?

This is what I get from being an Science Fiction writer: not fame and fortune, but good friends. That's what makes it worth it to me.

To me, this story states my early conclusions as to what is human. I have not really changed my view since I wrote this story, back in the fifties. It's not what you look like, or what planet you were born on. It's how kind you are. The quality of kindness, to me, distinguishes us from rocks and sticks and metal, and will forever, whatever shape we take, wherever we go, whatever we become. For me, 'Human Is' is my credo. May it be yours. [About Human Is... ]

We are all insects. Groping towards something terrible or divine-

We were great builders, but one day we decided to play a game. We did it voluntarily; were we such good builders that we could build a maze with a way out but which constantly changed so that, despite the way out, in effect there was no way out for us.

What gods notice, they destroy. Be humble and you will escape the jealousy of the great

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things... I must be scientific.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. The generally-accepted meaning of the proverb is the opposite of what you've given; it is generally taken to mean that a person who ? ' 'You don't have to tell me,' I broke in. 'I remember ? I really knew it. A person who's unstable will never acquire anything of value.'

You were supposed to have been in the Sector when the adjustment began. Because of an error you were not. You came into the Sector late ? during the adjustment itself. You fled, and when you returned it was over. You saw, and you should not have seen. Instead of a witness you should have been part of the adjustment. Like the others, you should have undergone changes.

There?s something in the Bible about falling sparrows,? Kevin said. ?About his eye being on them. That?s what?s wrong with God: he only has one eye.

This is why I love SF. I love to read it; I love to write it. The SF writer sees not just possibilities but wild possibilities. It's not just What if... It's My God; what if... In frenzy and hysteria.

To save one life, Mr. Tagomi had to take two. The logical, balanced mind cannot make sense of that. A kindly man like Mr. Tagomi could be driven insane by the implications of such reality.

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.

We?ll know homo superior when he comes ? by definition. He?ll be the one we won?t be able to euth.

What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

When something begins to devour the world, a serious matter is taking place. If the devouring entity is evil or insane, the situation is not merely serious; it is grim. But Fat viewed the process the other way around. He viewed it exactly as Plato had viewed it in his own cosmology: the rational mind (no”s) persuades the irrational (chance, blind determinism, ananke), into cosmos.

Yes, the novelist knows humanity, how worthless they are, ruled by their testicles, swayed by cowardice, selling out every cause because of their greed?all he?s got to do is thump on the drum, and there?s his response. And he laughing, of course, behind his hand at the effect he gets.

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.

These creatures are among us, although morphologically they do not differ from us; we must not posit a difference of essence, but a difference of behavior. In my science fiction I write about them constantly. Sometimes they themselves do not know they are androids. Like Rachel Rosen, they can be pretty but somehow lack something; or, like Pris in We Can Build You, they can be absolutely born of a human womb and even design androids ? the Abraham Lincolnone in that book ? and themselves be without warmth; they then fall within the clinical entity "schizoid," which means lacking proper feeling. I am sure we mean the same thing here, with the emphasis on the word "thing." A human being without the proper empathy or feeling is the same as an android built so as to lack it, either by design or mistake. We mean, basically, someone who does not care about the fate which his fellow living creatures fall victim to; he stands detached, a spectator, acting out by his indifference John Donne's theorem that "No man is an island," but giving that theorem a twist: that which is a mental and a moral island is not a man.

This kind of neighborhood did not please him; he had seen it a million times, duplicated throughout the face of the earth. It had been from such as this that he had fled, early in his life, to use his sixness as a method of getting out. And now he had come back. He did not object to the people: he saw them as trapped here, the ordinaries, who through no fault of their own had to remain. They had not invented it; they did not like it; they endured it, as he had not had to. In fact, he felt guilty, seeing their grim faces, their turned-down mouths. Jagged, unhappy mouths.

To the Bleekmen, we Earthmen may very well be hypomanic types, whizzing about at enormous velocity, expending huge amounts of energy over nothing at all.

We can only guess what?s going to happen. He knows.

We?re subject to the logic of a religious crank, an old man who picked up a screwball cult in Chicago in the ?thirties. We?re in his universe, where all his ignorant and pious superstitions function. We?re in the man?s head". He gestured. "This landscape. This terrain. The convolutions of a brain; the hills and valleys of Silvester?s mind."

First Name
Philip K.
Last Name
Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick
Birth Date
Death Date

American Science Fiction Novelist, Short Story Writer, Essayist and Philosopher, Eleven popular films based on his works have been produced, including Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly, Minority Report, Paycheck, Next, Screamers, The Adjustment Bureau and Impostor