Philip K. Dick

Most of them

And yet, sometimes we must go on, even when we don't feel like we can.

The end is where we start from, thought Tagomi. The end of this life, this sudden death. In his mind as he prepared to die, he included them.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

Dividing suddenly, his brain went simultaneously into three separate states; this once; at once. Wild lamps going out, darkness, the intolerable scalpel across his eyes, his right his left, his throat, his wrist, his brain. Then cube over, dream not dream.

If men do not keep on speaking terms with children, they cease to be men, and become merely machines for eating and for working.

Stop trying to be someone else's perfect. Be your own. Love your own. Learn your own.

Man, after all, is the indirect creator of his environment, as well as the direct producer of it. He makes his life-ways and his life-situations, even those which are most produce of nature; his railroads and highways, his charge accounts and credit risks, his good and bad investments and margins; his bombs, and drones, and tiger tanks given to his armies to annihilate other men, are all part of an environment which men have made.

I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years.

In life, a person will come and go from many homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that does not mean those places leave us. Once entered, we never entirely depart the homes we make for ourselves in the world. They follow us, like shadows, until we come upon them again, waiting for us in the mist.

Some things are finding and feeling.

We are all bound together by an invisible thread of hate, hard as iron, each noose-tightening the more each struggles. The hatred of the helpless is always the strongest.