Philip K. Dick quotes - page 11
And of course, in my writing, there is the constant theme of music, love of, preoccupation with, music. Music is the single thread making my life into a coherency. ... It's my job and my vice mixed together. You can't hope for better than that: having your job and your sin commingled.
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This time, there was no punishment from above. Sighing, Hamilton almost wished there had been; the capricious personality element infuriated him. There was just too little relationship between deed and punishment; the lightning was probably cutting down some totally innocent Cheyennite, on the far side of town.
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Then shall it come to pass the saying that is written,” a voice said. "Death is swallowed up. In victory.” Perhaps only Fred heard it. "Because,” the voice said, "as soon as the writing appears backward, then you know which is illusion and which is not. The confusion ends, and death, the last enemy, Substance Death, is swallowed not into the body but up-in victory. Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death.
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"Mountains, Bruce, mountains,” the manager said.
"Mountains, Bruce, mountains,” Bruce said and gazed.
"Echolalia, Bruce, echolalia,” the manager said. "Echolalia, Bruce-”
"Okay, Bruce,” the manager said, and shut the cabin door behind him, thinking, I believe I'll put him among the carrots. Or beets. Something simple. Something that won't puzzle him.
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You know what you can buy at the supermarket?” Laws inquired acidly. "I'll tell you. Canned burnt offerings.”
"You know what you can buy at the hardware store?” Hamilton answered. "Scales to weigh your soul on.”
"That's silly,” the blond said petulantly. "A soul doesn't have any weight.”
"Then,” Hamilton reflected, "you could put one through the U. S. mail for nothing.”
"How many souls,” Laws conjectured ironically, "can be fitted into one stamped envelope? New religious question. Split mankind in half. Warring factions. Blood running in the gutters.”
"Ten,” Hamilton guessed.
"Fourteen,” Laws contradicted.
"Heretic. Baby-murdering monster.”
"Bestial drinker of unpurified blood.
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Am I being paid back for something I did? He asked himself. Something I don't know about or remember? But nobody pays back, he reflected. I learned that a long time ago: you're not paid back for the bad you do nor the good you do. It all comes out uneven at the end. Haven't I learned that by now, if I've learned anything?
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Doctor Labyrinth, like most people who read a great deal and who have too much time on their hands, had become convinced that our civilization was going the way of Rome. He saw, I think, the same cracks forming that had sundered the ancient world, the world of Greece and Rome; and it was his conviction that presently our world, our society, would pass away as theirs did, and a period of darkness would follow.
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