Philip K. Dick

Dilemma of a civilized man; body mobilized but danger obscure.

I'm not much, but I'm all I have.

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small...and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

This is an artifact and that was a relic. This is alive in the now, whereas that merely remained.

I did not attend the services, because it seems to me, as Pythagoras says, the body is the tomb of the soul and that by being born a person has already begun to die.

What does it mean, insane? A legal definition. What do I mean? I feel it, see it, but what is it? It is something they do, something they are. It is their unconsciousness...Do they ignore parts of reality? Yes. But it is more. It is their plans...Their view; it is cosmic...They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles of space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again.

Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

I feel the hot winds of karma driving me. Nevertheless I remain here. My training was correct: I must not shrink from the clear white light, for if I do, I will once more re-enter the cycle of birth and death, never knowing freedom, never obtaining release. The veil of maya will fall once more.

(Insanity) is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate — confusion between him who worships and that which is worshipped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

It's the fault of those physicists and that synchronicity theory, every particle being connected with every other; you can't fart without changing the balance in the universe. It makes living a funny joke with nobody around to laugh. I open a book and get a report on future events that even God would like to file and forget. And who am I? The wrong person; I can tell you that.