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c75a4f9
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Amazed, Fat said, "She's decomposing and yet she's still giving birth?" "Only to monsters," Dr. Stone said."
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Philip K. Dick |
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70da5bb
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Dear Jeff, I happened to see the Channel 7 TV program "Hooray for Hollywood" tonight with the segment on . (Well, to be honest, I didn't happen to see it; someone tipped me off that was going to be a part of the show, and to be sure to watch.) Jeff, after looking--and especially after listening to Harrison Ford discuss the film--I came to the conclusion that this indeed is not science fiction; it is not fantasy; it is exactly what Harris..
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1300f50
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Watching him, Juliana thought, It's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of life. Always moving on, restless and griped.
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Philip K. Dick |
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b9629fa
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The first thing they do to you when you go into New-Path," Charles Freck said, "is they cut off your pecker. As an object lesson. And then they fan out in all directions from there." "Your spleen next," Barris said. "They what, they cut -- What does that do, a spleen?" "Helps you digest your food." "How?" "By removing the cellulose from it." "Then I guess after that --" "Just noncellulose foods. No leaves or alfalfa." "How long can you live..
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barris
celulose
spleen
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e145feb
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Once, in a cheap science fiction novel, Fat had come across a perfect description of the Black Iron Prison, but set in the far future. So if you superimposed the past (ancient Rome) over the present (California in the twentieth century) and superimposed the far future world of The Android Cried Me a River over that, you got the Empire, as the supra- or trans-temporal constant. Everyone who had ever lived was literally surrounded by the iron..
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Philip K. Dick |
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eeb9b47
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Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake
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Philip K. Dick |
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ec1dbc4
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Ruth said, "Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp. Love is"-she paused, reflecting-"like a father saving his children from a burning house, getting them out and denying himself. When you love you cease to live for yourself; you live for another person."
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Philip K. Dick |
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2ddab49
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The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.
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Philip K. Dick |
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8ea39a1
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Nothing. Heart pounding. Respiration and all somatic processes including all manner of diencephalic-controlled autonomic responses to crises: adrenalin greater heartbeat pulse rate glands pouring throat paralysed eyes staring bowels loose et al. Stomach queasy and sex instinct suppressed. And yet nothing to see nothing for body to do. Run All in preparation for panic flight. But where to and why Mr Tagomi asked himself. No clue. Therefor..
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Philip K. Dick |
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e9a32a9
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I am life,' the girl said. 'What?' he said, startled. 'To you, I am life. What are you, thirty-eight? Forty? What have you learned? Have you done anything? Look at me, look. I'm life and when you're done with me, some of it rubs off on you. You don't feel so old now, do you? With me here in the squib beside you.' Nick said, 'I'm thirty-four and I don't feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. No..
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youth
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Philip K. Dick |
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835d9e3
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It will end, Childan thought. Someday. The very idea of place. Not governed and governing, but people.
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Philip K. Dick |
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558d049
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The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed looking down at him disapprovingly. The creature had many eyes, all over it, ultra-modern expensive-looking clothing, and rose up eight feet high. Also, it carried an enormous scroll. "You're going to read me my sins," Charles Freck said. The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll. Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, "And it's going to take a hundred ..
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Philip K. Dick |
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b1f479f
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No rational response was possible. Her irrationality made it so. The terrible power, he thought, of illogic.
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Philip K. Dick |
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471e44e
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Damn her he said to himself. What good does it do my risking my life? She doesn't care whether we own an ostrich or not. Nothing penetrates.
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Philip K. Dick |
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e3c9b8d
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Philosophical involvement blinded me to authentic human fact.
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Philip K. Dick |
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3253eae
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We are all sleeping avatars of God, with amnesia.
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Philip K. Dick |
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37154d4
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No wonder Mr. Tagomi could not go on, he thought. The terrible dilemma of our lives. Whatever happens, it is evil beyond compare. Why struggle, then? Why choose? If all alternatives are the same . . . Evidently we go on, as we always have. From day to day. At this moment we work against Operation Dandelion. Later on, at another moment, we work to defeat the police. But we cannot do it all at once; it is a sequence. An unfolding process. We ..
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Look in it,' he said, smiling slightly, as you do when you have given someone a present which you know will please him and he is unwrapping it before your eyes. I opened it. In the folder I found four 8x10 glossy photos, obviously professionally done; they looked like the kind of stills that the publicity departments of movie studios put out. The photos showed a Greek vase, on it a painting of a male figure who we recognized as Hermes. T..
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Philip K. Dick |
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f4920a2
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Mankind needs more empathy.
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Philip K. Dick |
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a2a8986
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I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, because the world we actually have does not meet my standards," Dick wrote of these stories. "In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real." --
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Philip K. Dick |
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That's the existential problem," Fat said, "based on the concept that We are what we do, rather than, We are what we think. It finds its first expression in Goethe's Faust, Part One, where Faust says, 'Im Anfang war das Wort'. He's quoting the opening of the Fourth Gospel; 'In the beginning was the Word.' Faust says, 'Nein. Im Anfang war die Tat.' In the beginning was the Deed. From this, all existentialism comes."
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faust
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3dade09
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As long as some creature experienced joy, then the condition for all other creatures included a fragment of joy. However, if any living being suffered, then for all the rest the shadow could not be entirely cast off. A herd animal such as man would acquire a higher survival factor through this; an owl or a cobra would be destroyed.
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Philip K. Dick |
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88267fb
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But reality really is a mess, and yet it's exciting. The basic thing is, how frightened are you of chaos? And how happy are you with order? Van Vogt influenced me so much because he made me appreciate a mysterious chaotic quality in the universe which is not to be feared.
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eb3aaa3
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Fat heard in her rational tone the harp of nihilism, the twang of the void.
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Philip K. Dick |
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7b8975c
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I am warm on the outside, what people see. Warm eyes, warm face, warm fucking fake smile, but inside I am cold all the time, and full of lies. I am not what I seem to be; I am awful.
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Philip K. Dick |
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21ce183
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You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity.
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science
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3fc6d7d
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It isn't a brute instinct that keeps us restless and dissatisfied. I'll tell you what it is: it's the highest goal of man - the need to grow and advance . . . to find new things . . . to expand. To spread out, reach areas, experiences, comprehend and live in an evolving fashion. To push aside routine and repetition, to break out of mindless monotony and thrust forward. To keep moving on . . .
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life
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f41ae43
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The greatest power one human being can exert over others is to control their perceptions of reality, and infringe on the integrity and individuality of their world. This is done in politics, in psychotherapy.
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frame-of-reference
influence
phenomenology
power
oppression
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ea4e42a
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And, as I watched the Lincoln come by degrees to a relationship with what it saw, I understood something: the basis of life is not a greed to exist, not a desire of any kind. It's fear, the fear which I saw here. And not even fear: much worse. Absolute dread. Paralyzing dread so great as to produce apathy.
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877df25
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I've always told people that for each person there is a sentence--a series of words--which has the power to destroy him. When Fat told me about Leon Stone I realized (this came years after the first realization) that another sentence exists, another series of words, which will heal the person. If you're lucky you will get the second; but you can be certain of getting the first: that is the way it works.
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words-have-power
mental-illness
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c7e7b8b
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Las formas primitivas deben de llevar una vida residual, invisible, en cada objeto, medito Joe. El pasado esta latente, sumergido, pero sigue ahi y puede aflorar a la superficie tan pronto desaparezcan, por cualquier desafortunado motivo y contra lo que nos ensena la experiencia diaria, las caracteristicas del objeto ultimo, mas tardio. El hombre no contiene al muchacho, sino a los hombres que lo precedieron. La historia empezo hace mucho.
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historia
experiencia
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aa9ee90
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It is my job to create universes, as the basis of one novel after another. And I have to build them in such a way that they do not fall apart two days later. Or at least that's what my editors hope. However, I will reveal a secret to you:
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Philip K. Dick |
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ea0a0f9
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Everything wears out eventually; nothing is permanent. Change is the one constant of life.
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Philip K. Dick |
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6efc0b9
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I have never yielded to reality.
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Philip K. Dick |
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0bf1617
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On one hand she seems so agile, so athletic, and yet I've seen her appear so awkward that it embarrassed me. She gives the impression of a hard, worldly adroitness, and in some situations she's like an adolescent: rigid with ancient, middle class attitudes, unable to think for herself, falling back on old verities...victim of her family teaching, shocked by what shocks people, wanting what people usually want. She wants a home, a husband, a..
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lifestyle
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Philip K. Dick |
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a9e7683
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What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.
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Philip K. Dick |
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94fa9b0
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Also, I do seem attracted to trash, as if the clue--the clue--lies there. I'm always ferreting out elliptical points, odd angles. What I write doesn't 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.
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Philip K. Dick |
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824c63b
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Perche non rilassarsi un po'? Magari una passeggiata in macchina fino al Golden Gate Park, con lo zoo e i pesci? Fare una visita dove le cose che non possono pensare provano comunque gioia.
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Philip K. Dick |
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8fc8052
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The inanity of her remark infuriated him. 'Good grief don't you understand Janet? At this point I'm thoroughly delusional. I'm as mentally ill as it's possible to be. It's incredible that I can communicate with you at all. It's a credit to my ego-strength that I'm not at this point totally autistic.
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Philip K. Dick |
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b81af89
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We must content ourselves with the mystery, the absurdity, the contradictions, the hostility, but also the generosity that our environment offers us. It's not much, but it's always better than the deadly, defeatist certainty of the paranoid.
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uncertainty-in-life
reality
reconciliation
uncertainty
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1f65da8
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Ruth said, "Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp. Love is"-she paused, reflecting-"like a father saving his children from a burning house, getting them out and dying himself. When you love you cease to live for yourself; you live for another person."
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Philip K. Dick |
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7e99f02
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Another fantasy film rolled suddenly into his head, without his consent:
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Philip K. Dick |
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d5669d1
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The Public School, he had long ago decided, was neurotic. It wanted a world in which nothing new came about, in which there were no surprises. And that was the world of the compulsive-obsessive neurotic; it was not a healthy world at all.
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Philip K. Dick |
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006e423
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Joe Chip said, 'I've never been sued by a door. But I guess I can live through it.
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Philip K. Dick |