I am basically analytical, not creative; my writing is simply a creative way of handling analysis. — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work. — 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
We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr. Tagomi thought, perhaps that too… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
It has been said of dreams that they are a 'controlled psychosis,' or, put another way, a psychosis is a dream breaking… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
One thing I've found that I can do that I really enjoy is rereading my own writing, earlier stories and novels especially.… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice… — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
In Washington and Moscow they are saying, 'Man has finally come of age; he doesn't need paternalistic help.' Which is another way… — 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
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
