The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.
Philip K. DickFat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane โ not just insane but totally so โ or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.
Philip K. DickThe silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.
Philip K. DickGrief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you canโt feel grief unless youโve had love before it - grief is the final outcome of love, because itโs love lost. [โฆ] Itโs the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. Thatโs what death is, the great loneliness.
Philip K. DickBut the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.
Philip K. Dick