In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real. — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Basically, Sherri's idea had to do with bringing Fat's mind down from the cosmic and the abstract to the particular. She had… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds,… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
In 1955, when I'd write a science-fiction novel, I'd set it in the year 2000. I realised around 1977 that, 'My God,… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
I must admit that the existence of Disneyland (which I know is real) proves that we are not living in Judaea in… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only things that are real are things which never change... and the pre-Socratic Greek… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
I used to dig in the garden, and there isn't anything fantastic or ultradimensional about crab grass... unless you are a SF… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
We are in a maze which we built, and then we fell into, now can't get out. To make the game into… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
We live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups,… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
The real origin of science fiction lay in the seventeeth-century novels of exploration in fabulous lands. Therefore Jules Verne's story of travel… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
The psychotic does not merely think he sees four blue bivalves with floppy wings wandering up the wall; he does see them.… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by… — 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
