Quotes by Philip K. Dick

The existence of a majority logically implies a corresponding minority.

Let me sleep, he said, and shut the door; it clicked in her face and she felt animal terror - this was what she feared most in life: the clicking shut of a mans door in her face.Instantly, she raised her hand to knock, discovered the rock... she banged on the door with the rock, but not loudly, just enough to let him know how desperate she was to get back in, but not enough to bother him if he didnt want to answer.He didnt. No sound, no movement of the door. Nothing but the void.Tony? she gasped, pressing her ear to the door. Silence. Okay, she said numbly; clutching her rock she walked unsteadily across the porch toward her own living quarters.The rock vanished. Her hand felt nothing.Damn, she said, not knowing how to react. Where had it gone? Into air. But then it must have been an illusion, she realized. He put me in a hypnotic state and made me believe. I should have known it wasnt really true.A million stars burst into wheels of light, blistering, cold light, that drenched her. It came from behind and she felt the great weight of it crash into her. Tony, she said, and fell into the waiting void. She thought nothing; she felt nothing. She saw only, saw the void as it absorbed her, waiting below and beneath her as she plummeted down the many miles.On her hands and knees she died. Alone on the porch. Still clutching for what did not exist.

There will come a time when it isnt Theyre spying on me through my phone anymore. Eventually, it will be My phone is spying on me.

Yet, the dark fire waned: the life force oozed out of her, as he had so often witnessed before with other androids. The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism - with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it - could never have reconciled itself to.

All his life he had controlled machines, bent nature and the forces of nature to man and mans needs. The human race had slowly evolved until it was in a position to operate things, run them as it saw fit. Now all at once it had been plunged back down the ladder again, prostrate before a Power against which they were children.

There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If youre lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.

Im sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I cant save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if hes dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because theyre ugly. She had always told Frank that he was ugly. Large pores. Big nose. Her own skin was finely knit, unusually so. Did he fall dead without me? A fink is a finch, a form of bird. And they say birds die.

I lifted you from the tomb world just now and I will continue to lift you until you lose interest and want to quit. But you will have to stop searching for me because I will never stop searching for you.(Mercer)

Cancer... the process of creation gone wild, I thought.

Amazed, Fat said, Shes decomposing and yet shes still giving birth?Only to monsters, Dr. Stone said.

We human beings are created and yet we are more rational than the creator himself who spawned us.

Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

Spray a bug with a toxin and it dies; spray a man, spray his brain, and he becomes an insect that clacks and vibrates about in a closed circle forever. A reflex machine, like an ant. Repeating his last instruction.

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

The thing about rabbits, sir, is that everybody has one. Id like to see you step up to the goat-class where I feel you belong. Frankly you look more like a goat man to me.

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

Forty-two. His age had astounded him for years, and each time that he had sat so astounded, trying to figure out what had become of the young, slim man in his twenties, a whole additional year slipped by and had to be recorded, a continually growing sum which he could not reconcile with his self-image. He still saw himself, in his minds eye, as youthful, and when he caught sight of himself in photographs he usually collapsed ... Somebody took my actual physical presence away and substituted this, he had thought from time to time. Oh well, so it went.

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.

Youre an unusual person, she said.Bill didnt like you, but he never likes anything different. Hes so—so prosaic. Dont you think that when a person gets older he should become—broadened in his outlook?

Also, I do seem attracted to trash, as if the clue--the clue--lies there. Im always ferreting out elliptical points, odd angles. What I write doesnt make a whole lot of sense. There is fun and religion and psychotic horror strewn about like a bunch of hats. Also, there is a social or sociological drift--rather than toward the hard sciences, the overall impression is childish but interesting.