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

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.

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. The Martians are always coming.

Then shall it come to pass the saying that is written,? a voice said. ?Death is swallowed up. In victory.? Perhaps only Fred heard it. ?Because,? the voice said, ?as soon as the writing appears backward, then you know which is illusion and which is not. The confusion ends, and death, the last enemy, Substance Death, is swallowed not into the body but up?in victory. Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death.?

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

I did not attend the services, because it seems to me, as Pythagoras says, the body is the tomb of the soul and that by being born a person has already begun to die.

I have, in some of my stories and novels, written about androids or robots or simulacra ? the name doesn't matter; what is meant is artificial constructs masquerading as humans. Usually with a sinister purpose in mind. I suppose I took it for granted that if such a construct, a robot, for example, had a benign or anyhow decent purpose in mind, it would not need to so disguise itself. The constructs do not mimic humans; they are, in many deep ways, actually human already.

I suffer psychotic depression.

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 bad off, isn?t it?

Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood.

In the center of an irrational universe governed by an irrational Mind stands rational man.

It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense.

It was on the order of coin or stamp collecting; no rational explanation could ever be given. And high prices were being paid by wealthy collectors.

Just because something bears the aspect of the inevitable one should not, therefore, go along willingly with it.

Machines are becoming more human, so to speak [and] some meaningful comparison exists between human and mechanical behavior. But is it ourselves that we know first and foremost? Rather than learning about ourselves by studying our constructs, perhaps we should make the attempt to comprehend what our constructs are up to by looking into what we ourselves are up to..

Maybe it's you fuckers, Fred said, who're seeing the universe backward, like in a mirror. Maybe I see it right.

My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.

Now we define what is good science fiction. Conceptual disfigurement (the new idea, in other words) must be genuinely new, or a new variation on an earlier, and must stimulate the intellect of the reader; You have to invade your mind and open to the possibility of something that until then had not imagined. Good science fiction is an appreciative term, not a goal, but I think that there is something objectively as good science fiction.

People just have no criterion left to evaluate the importance of things. I think the only thing that would really affect people would be the announcement that the world was going to be blown up by the hydrogen bomb. I think that would really affect people. I think they would react to that. But outside of that, I don't think they would react to anything. "Peking has been wiped out by an earthquake, and the RTD ? the bus strike is still on." And some guy says, "Damnit! I'll have to walk to work!"

Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.

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.

Sometimes the presence of grave social problems is a stimulus to exploration; man searches relentlessly for a way out of his problems, and in doing so he presses at every door, hoping to find one that will lead him somewhere that is new and different.

That thing that's taken refuge there in that zinc bucket, without a wife, a career, a conapt, or money or the possibility of encountering any of these, still persists. For reasons unknown to me its stake in existence is greater than mine.

The dissatisfaction of the masses is not based on economic deprivation but on a sense of ineffectuality. Not an increased standard of living, but more social power, is their fundamental goal. Because of their emotional orientation, they arise and act when a powerful leader-figure can coordinate them into a functioning unit rather than a chaotic mass of unformed elements.

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