A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
Philip K. DickWe are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.
Philip K. DickIf the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.
Philip K. Dick