But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
Even if all life on our planet is destroyed, there must be other life somewhere which we know nothing of. It is impossible that… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
“That is not how you do it; you do not solve one problem with another, greater problem.” — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them. — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
The day came. The wrath descended. Sin, guilt, and retribution? The manic psychoses of those entities we referred to as states, institutions, systems -… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
“I see,' Rick said. He felt numb. Completely. Throughout his entire body.” — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
“What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.” — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
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… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
“A man is an angel that has become deranged, Joe Fernwright thought. Once they – all of them – had been genuine angels, and… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share
