Philip K. Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick

Philip K.
Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick
1928
1982

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

What they do not comprehend is man?s helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn?t it better that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

You know that recent Supreme Court ruling where a husband can legally murder his wife if he can prove she wouldn?t under any circumstances give him a divorce?

You're an unusual person, she said. Bill didn't like you, but he never likes anything different. He's so?so prosaic. Don't you think that when a person gets older he should become?broadened in his outlook?

There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself.

They think they are free because they have never been free, and do not know what it means.

Those who read science fiction, we do it because we love the experience that is the chain reaction of ideas that takes place in our minds what we have read, something new; well, the ultimate purpose of the best science fiction is the collaboration between author and reader, a partnership in which both are creators - and enjoy it: the enjoyment is the essential and final ingredient of science fiction, enjoy the discovery of new things.

Ultimately, the empathic gift blurred the boundaries between hunter and victim, between the successful and the defeated.

We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr. Tagomi thought, perhaps that too is good. Or can be made good. One must still try to find the Way.

We're all dreaming, Arctor said. 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. He wondered how much of the garbage that Donna had overheard he had seriously meant. He wondered how much of the insanity of the day--his insanity--had been real, or just induced as a contact lunacy, by the situation. Donna, always, was a pivot point of reality for him; for her this was the basic, natural question. He wished he could answer.

What was on the other side? Donna said, He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it. He... never went through it? That?s why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn?t see it at all and it was too late. It opened for him a few days and then it was closed and gone forever.

Why did you come here? I asked Mrs. Hambro. Do you know the reason for moving to tveogo Dreykz Landing? I shook my head. - The Power brought us together, she said. Currently worldwide forming the group. They receive the same message: suffer through the pain and save the world. Christ not only suffered for our sins, but also showed us the way. We should follow his example. We will lift the cross, and we will have eternal life. She released the smoke through his nostrils. - Christ was born on another planet. He was more advanced race. Planet Earth is the most backward in the universe. At night, when I lie awake, I broadcast the message. Sometimes they frighten me. Once our brothers in mind I began to open the valves in the head here and here. She showed these places. - I heard a terrible noise, the loudest noise I've ever heard. He stunned me. You know, what was it? Descent Space staff of Aaron! He appeared in front of me in the air. After that, I can not look at the sun without glasses. The intensity of the cosmic rays is too great. It burns our minds. By the end of May intensity reaches the maximum value. Then, according to scientists, come to an end. The poles of the planet will be swapped. You know what happens? San Francisco aligned with Los Angeles. - Yeah, I know. I've read about it in the newspaper. - The most advanced beings living in the sun, continued Mrs. Hambro. They are in contact with my brain every night. I was initiated into knowledge. Soon I learned the secret of the universe. Vertiginous perspective.

You know the truth, the brick-hard, irregular, slithery surface of truth.

You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.

There is no door to God through dope; that is a lie peddled by the unscrupulous.

They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history. They identify with God?s power and believe they are godlike. That is their basic madness. They are overcome by some archetype; their egos have expanded psychotically so that they cannot tell where they begin and the godhead leaves off. It is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate?confusion between him who worships and that which is worshiped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

Those who refused to respond to new stimulus would perish. Adapt or perish.

Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.

We hypostasize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outwards once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing.

We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing. I perceived this? now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

What we have here, he realized, is not an invasion of Earth by Proxmen, beings from another system. Not an invasion by the legions of a pseudo-human race. No. It?s Palmer Eldritch who?s everywhere, growing and growing like a mad weed? With vast trailing arms he extended from the Proxima Centaurus system to Terra itself, and he was not human; this was not a man who had returned. And he had great power. He could overcome death.

Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.

You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?" Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer." "Did he show you slides?" We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.

There is no Pris, he said. Only Rachael Rosen, over and over again.

They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow.

First Name
Philip K.
Last Name
Dick, fully Philip Kindred Dick
Birth Date
1928
Death Date
1982
Bio

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