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The old man said, '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. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Fear made her seem ill; it distorted her body lines, made her appear as if someone had broken her, and then, with malice, patched her together badly.
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Philip K. Dick |
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We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not..
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Philip K. Dick |
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You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?" Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer." "Did he show you slides?" We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can."
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laughter
grief
doctors
disease
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Philip K. Dick |
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5995e1a
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There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.
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Philip K. Dick |
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7539901
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The existence of a majority logically implies a corresponding minority.
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majority
minority
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Philip K. Dick |
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de4dfe1
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It takes a certain amount of courage, he thought, to face yourself and say with candor, I'm rotten. I've done evil and I will again. It was no accident; it emanated from the true, authentic me.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over."
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Philip K. Dick |
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I feel the hot winds of karma driving me.
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Philip K. Dick |
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0a67cf7
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Don't never participate in no bad scenes, he reminded himself; that was his motto in life.
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Philip K. Dick |
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When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick."
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Philip K. Dick |
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Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that little precious fragment as well. A portion of him turns against him and acts like another person, defeating him from inside. A man inside a man. Which is no man at all.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Exactly what the powers of hell feed on: the best instincts in man.
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instinct
human-nature
hell
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Philip K. Dick |
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Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy. If you're afraid you don't commit yourself to life completely; fear makes you always, always hold something back. You shouldn't be alone. It's killing you; it's undermining you. All the time, every day, you should be somewhere with people.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand. But no longer.
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Philip K. Dick |
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19a5af3
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When do I see a photograph, when a reflection?
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photography
reflection
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Philip K. Dick |
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b791fd9
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What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
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Philip K. Dick |
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They know a million tricks, those novelists. Take Doctor Goebbels; that's how he started out, writing fiction. Appeals to the base lusts that hide in everyone no matter how respectable on the surface. Yes, the novelist knows humanity, how worthless they are, ruled by their testicles, swayed by cowardice, selling out every cause because of their greed - all he's got to do is thump on the drum, and there's his response. And he's laughing, of ..
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writing
novelists
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Philip K. Dick |
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2a4cae9
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The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.
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Philip K. Dick |
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This has been a novel about some people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow. We really all were very happy for a while, sitting around not toiling but just bullshitting and playing, but it was for such a terrible brief time..
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drug-addiction
addiction
health
drugs
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Philip K. Dick |
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Whatever you fear will happen to you, booze will make it happen.
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Philip K. Dick |
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968fcc1
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Odd that the brain could function on its own, without acquainting him with its purposes, its reasons. But the brain was an organ, like the spleen, heart, kidneys. And they went about their private activities. So why not the brain?
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Philip K. Dick |
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I don't judge, not even myself.
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Philip K. Dick |
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There is a line somewhere in that translates out to, roughly, 'The world is awful.' Yes, I said to myself as I shot across the Bay Bridge not giving a fuck how fast I drove, that sums it up. That is high art: 'The world is awful.' That says it all. This is what we pay composers and painters and the great writers to do: tell us this; from figuring this out, they earn a living. What a masterful, incisive insight. What penetrating intelligen..
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dubious-revelation
world
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Philip K. Dick |
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Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.
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Philip K. Dick |
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I can see Richard Wagner standing at the gates of heaven. "You have to let me in," he says. "I wrote . It has to do with the Grail, Christ, suffering, pity and healing. Right?" And they answer, "Well, we read it and it makes no sense." ."
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wagner
opera
rejection
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Philip K. Dick |
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Owning and maintaining a fraud had a way of gradually demoralizing one.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Empathy, evidently, existed only within the human community, whereas intelligence to some degree could be found throughout every phylum and order including the arachnida.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Am I racially kin to this man? Baynes wondered. So closely so that for all intents and purposes it is the same? Then it is in me, too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And--how many of us do know it?
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future
psychosis
german
totalitarianism
nazism
government
fascism
power
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Philip K. Dick |
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a7400f9
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Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step.
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science-fiction
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Philip K. Dick |
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815e45e
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I'll sue you," the door said as the first screw fell out. 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 |
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Life ... is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.
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Philip K. Dick |
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Sometimes I dream--" "I'll put that on your gravestone."
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Philip K. Dick |
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In a civil war... every side is wrong. It's hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.
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Philip K. Dick |
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but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall--falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go un..
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death
degradation
oblivion
dying
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Philip K. Dick |
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It did not seem possible that Wendy Wright had been born out of blood and internal organs like other people. In proximity to her he felt himself to be a squat, oily, sweating, uneducated nurt whose stomach rattled and whose breath wheezed. Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doo..
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Philip K. Dick |
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A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this?-And-how many of us do know it? Not Lotze. Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. I suppose only a few are aware of all this. Isolated persons here and there. But the broad masses...what do they think? All these hundreds of thousands in this city, here. Do they imagine that they li..
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Philip K. Dick |
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There, at her console, he dialed 594: pleased acknowledgement of husband's superior wisdom in all matters
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superior
husband
sarcasm
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Philip K. Dick |
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5bbb7a9
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You put on a bishop's robe and miter, he pondered, and walk around in that, and people bow and genuflect and like that, and try to kiss your ring, if not your ass, and pretty soon you're a bishop. So to speak. What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.
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philosophical
identity
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Philip K. Dick |
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2898ab5
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One cannot judge by book being best seller. We all know that. Many best sellers are terrible trash.
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Philip K. Dick |
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The exegesis Fat labored on month after month struck me as a Pyrrhic victory if there ever was one -- in this case an attempt by a beleaguered mind to make sense out of the inscrutable. Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incomprehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin for hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that -- as if that weren't enough -- but you, like Fat, ponder forever over these fl..
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reality
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Philip K. Dick |
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38382f6
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Dio promette la vita eterna" disse Eldritch. "Io posso fare di meglio; posso metterla in commercio." --
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Philip K. Dick |
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Perhaps your definition of your self-system lacks authentic boundaries. You've erected a precarious structure of personality on unconscious factors over which you have no control. That's why you feel threatened by me.
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Philip K. Dick |