I am Ubik. Before the universe was, I am. I made the suns. I made the worlds. I created the lives and the places they inhabit; I move them here, I put them there. They go as I say, then do as I tell them. I am the word and my name is never spoken, the name which no one knows. I am called Ubik, but that is not my name. I am. I shall always be.

Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances.

Can we consider the universe real, and if so, in what way?

It's easy to win. Anybody can win.

It is futile to try to make the universe add up. But I guess we must go on anyhow.

My life and creative work are justified and completed by Blade Runner.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what HE is doing. They all assume we know what WE are doing. We don't...Nothing is going on and nobody knows what it is. Nobody is concealing anything except the fact that he does not understand anything anymore and wishes he could go home.