The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.
Philip K. DickThe pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.
Philip K. DickLittle kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.
Philip K. DickBut an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.
Philip K. DickWe 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 aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing.
Philip K. Dick