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

We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.

Well, I hate to admit it, but it is possible that there is (one) such a thing as telepathy and (two) that the SETI 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.

What sort of an imaginary voice is that? I asked myself, suppose Columbus had heard an imaginary voice telling him to sail west. And because of it he had discovered the New World and changed human history... We would be hard put to defend the use of the term 'imaginary' then, for that voice, since the consequences of its speaking came to affect us all. Which would have constituted greater reality, an 'imaginary' voice telling him to sail west, or a 'real' voice telling him the idea was hopeless?

Who decides when the society is made up of criminals? Benteley demanded. ?How do you know when your society has gone wrong? How do you know when it?s right to stop obeying the laws?? ?You just know,? Rita O?Neill said fiercely.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it... But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to non-people.

You're - psychotic. There's something wrong with you. I know, Benteley agreed. I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's pretty bad off, isn't it?

They ought to make it a binding clause that if you find God you get to keep Him.

This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

We do not have an ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.

Well, once again we are invaded. And, humiliatingly, by a lifeform which is absurd. My colleague Tim Powers once said that Martians could invade us simply by putting on funny hats, and we'd never notice. It's a sort of low-budget invasion. I guess we're at the point where we can be amused by the idea of Earth being invaded. (And this is when they really zap you.

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.

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