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There ought to be an ordinance that a man can't work for the same outfit as his wife; hell, even in the same city.
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I've married before and it was no better, and if I divorce Kathy I'll marry again--because as my brainbasher puts it I can't find my identity outside the role of husband and daddy and big butter-and-egg-man wage earner--and the next damn one will be the same because that's the kind I select. It's rooted in my temperament.
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strictly speaking, the ability to travel through time . . . for instance, she can't go into the future. In a certain sense, she can't go into the past either; what she does, as near as I can comprehend it, is start a counter-process that uncovers the prior stages inherent in configurations of matter. But
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He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
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We now dwelt in a very large prison, without walls, bounded by Canada, Mexico and two oceans. There were the jailers, the turnkeys, the informers, and somewhere in the Midwest the solitary confinement of the special internment camps. Most people did not appear to notice. Since there were no literal walls or barbed wire, since they had committed no crimes, had not been arrested or taken to court, they did not grasp the change, the dread tran..
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The most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.
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When you are Atlas you must carry a heavy load and if you drop it a lot of people suffer...
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Maybe, he pondered as he ascended the stairs, that's my problem with Kathy. I can't remember our combined past: can't recall the days when we voluntarily lived with each other... now it's become an involuntary arrangement, derived God knows how from the past.
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she had it--his soul--and she was turning it over and over on her tongue. Goddam her!
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We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.
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nthe
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He stopped to look around. Everything was silent.
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Thank you, Mr. Bibleman," the robot said. 'I am very proud of you."
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Thomas," Fat told me, "is smarter than I am, and he knows more than I do. Of the two of us Thomas is the master personality." He considered that good; woe unto someone who has an evil or stupid other personality in his head!" --
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So svoimi chuvstvami vy nichego ne mozhete podelat', zato vy v sostoianii ne sovershat' te postupki, kotorye sovershaete.
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Never walk over a writer, I said to myself, unless you're positive he can't rise us behind you. If you're going to burn him, make sure he's dead. Because if he's alive, he will talk: talk in written form, on the printed, permanent page.
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Guilt is useless. The world torments us, and we react by tormenting ourselves. I wonder how we can ever have such a low opinion of ourselves that we join in.
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Gli americani leali potevano tornare a respirare tranquillamente: la loro liberta di fare cio che gli veniva detto di fare era stata salvaguardata.
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No es un instinto animal lo que nos hace sentirnos insatisfechos. Les dire lo que es: la aspiracion mas alta del hombre, la necesidad de crecer y progresar..., de encontrar cosas nuevas..., horizontes nuevos. De extenderse y conquistar nuevos territorios, nuevas experiencias; de comprender y vivir en una evolucion permanente. De dejar de lado la rutina y la repeticion, de romper la insensata monotonia de la costumbre e ir adelante, y no det..
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Norbert Wiener," Tillingford said. "You recall his work in cybernetics. And, even more important, Enrico Destini's work in the field of theophonics." "What's that?" Tillingford raised an eyebrow. "You are a specialist, my boy. Communication between man and God, of course. Using Wiener's work, and using the invaluable material of Shannon and Weaver, Destini was able to set up the first really adequate system of communication between Earth an..
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I mean, after all; you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's sort of a bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have fath that even in this lousy situation we're face with we can make it. You get it? " - From an interoffice audio-memo circulated to Pre-Fash level consultants at Perky Pat Layout's, Inc, dicted by Leo Bulero..
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Disturbed and upset, Mrs. Pritchet gazed mutely out the window of the car and systematically abolished various categories. Old farmhouses with tottering windmills ceased to be. Ancient rusty automobiles vanished from this version of the universe. Outhouses disappeared, along with dead trees, shabby barns, rubbish heaps and poorly-dressed itinerant fruit-pickers. "What's"
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Blade, she thought. I swallowed it; now cuts my loins forever. Punishment. Married to a Jew and shacking up with a German assassin. She felt tears again in her eyes, boiling. For all I have committed. Wrecked. 'Let's go,' she said, rising to her feet. 'The hairdresser.
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Party tactics?" "People like your wife are dangerous." "Why?" Hamilton asked. "They don't belong to any group. They fool around with everything. As soon as we turn our back--" "So you destroy them. You turn them over to the lunatic patriots." "The lunatic patriots," McFeyffe said, "we can understand. But not your wife. She signs Party peace petitions and she reads the Chicago Tribune. People like her--they're more of a menace to Party disci..
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If the front door is opened," Barris said, "during our absence, my cassette tape recorder starts recording. It's under the couch. It has a two-hour tape. I placed three omnidirectional Sony mikes at three different--" "You should have told me," Arctor said. "What if they come in through the windows?" Luckman said. "Or the back door?" "To increase the chances of their making their entry via the front door," Barris continued, "rather than in ..
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And what good was a political strategist who couldn't look ahead to his own death? Without that he would have been merely another Hitler, who didn't want his country to survive him.
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A law of survival, Ragle had said. Those who refused to respond to the new stimulus would perish. Adapt or perish . . . version of a timeless rule.
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Has using that time-travel drug scrambled your wits, you don't know you've got only one tiny life and that lies ahead of you, not sideways or back? Are you waiting for last year to come by again or something?
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On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components. We do not have the ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.
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They were a form of mutated twinning, joined at the base of the skull so that a single cephalic structure served both separate bodies. Evidently the personality George inhabited one hemisphere of the brain, made use of one eye: the right, as he recalled. And the personality Walt existed on the other side, distinct with its own idiosyncrasies, views and drives--and its own eye from which to view the outside universe.
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I had a lot of fears that the universe would discover just how different I was from it.
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Pat said, "I'm living with Joe. I'm his mistress. Under our arrangement I pay his bills. I paid his front door, this morning, to let him out. Without me he'd still be in his conapt."
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Plastics. Polyesters. Resins. Ersatz--industrial uses. Do you see? No consumers' commodities.
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Caroline said, "She's terribly, terribly disruptive." "So is reality," Hawthorne said."
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You know what I think? I think you've picked up the Nazi idea that Jews can't create. That they can only imitate and sell. Middlemen.' He fixed his merciless scrutiny on Frink. 'Maybe so,' Frink said.
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The ignorance of the dark-skinned strata, despite the government's ceaseless educational campaigns. No wonder their women were often preg.
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You cook the native foods to perfection, Robert Childan thought. What they say is true: your powers of imitation are immense. Apple pie, Coca-Cola, stroll after the movie, Glenn Miller...you could paste together out of tin and rice paper a completely artificial America. Rice-paper Mom in the kitchen, rice-paper Dad reading the newspaper. Rice-paper put at his feet. Everything.
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Worse still, he had failed to pass the minimum mental faculties test, which made him in popular parlance a chickenhead. Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.
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And yet now and then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are half-baked compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The old aboriginal myth; the truth, there.
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There were shoppers everywhere. Counter after counter. Salesgirls, mostly white, with a sprinkling of Japanese as department managers. The din was terrific. After some confusion Mr. Baynes located the men's clothing department. He stopped at the racks of men's trousers and began to inspect them. Presently a clerk, a young white, came over, greeting him. Mr. Baynes said, 'I have returned for a pair of dark brown wool slacks which I was looki..
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Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. I
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Philip K. Dick |
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She's so -- well, maybe she is a witch. I mean, maybe that's what witches were ... old women with strange talents. Like her -- being able to pass through time.
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I'm sorry, she thought. But she said nothing. I can't save you or anybody else from being dark. She thought of Frank. I wonder if he's dead yet. Said the wrong things; spoke out of line. No, she thought. Somehow he likes Japs. Maybe he identifies with them because they're 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..
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He thought, too, about his need for a real animal; within him an actual hatred once more manifested itself toward his electric sheep, which he had to tend, had to care about, as if it lived. The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist. Like the androids, it had no ability to appreciate the existence of another.
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And there in the next room by the sofa sat a familiar suitcase, that of his psychiatrist Dr. Smile. Barefoot, he padded into the living room, and seated himself by the suitcase; he opened it, clicked switches, and turned on Dr. Smile. Meters began to register and the mechanism hummed. "Where am I?" Barney asked it. "And how far am I from New York?" That was the main point..."
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