Philip K. Dick quotes - page 8
That's the trouble with living in a police state, he said to himself; you think-you imagine-the police are behind everything. You get paranoid and think they're beaming information to you in your sleep, to subliminally control you. Actually the police wouldn't do that. The police are our friends.
Or was that idea beamed to me subliminally? he wondered suddenly. "The police are our friends.”.
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But what are you supposed to do in a society that's corrupt? Are you supposed to obey corrupt laws? Is it a crime to break a law that's a rotten law, or an oath that's rotten?
"It's a crime,” Cartwright admitted slowly. "But it may be the right thing to do.”
"In a society of criminals,” Shaeffer offered, "the innocent man goes to jail.”
"Who decides when the society is made up of criminals? Benteley demanded. "How do you know when your society has gone wrong? How do you know when it's right to stop obeying the laws?
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"Hasn't all this taught you anything?” Annette asked Gabriel Baines as they waited for the simulacrum's return and report.
"Like what?”
"That there is no perfect defense. There is no protection. Being alive means being exposed; it's the nature of life to be hazardous-it's the stuff of living.
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We should celebrate,” Rita said.
"Yes. I'm where I wanted to be.” Benteley sipped the remains of his drink. "Working for the Directorate. Sworn in to the Quizmaster. That's what I set out for, that day. It seems like a long time ago. Well, I've finally arrived.” He gazed down at his glass and was silent.
"How do you feel?
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The hymns were unfamiliar to him, but he quickly picked up the general beat. The hymns had a redundant simplicity; the same phrases and tones appeared and reappeared. The same monotonous ideas, repeated indefinitely. The appetite of (Tetragrammaton) was insatiable, he concluded. A childish, nebulous personality that required constant praise-and in the most obvious terms. Quick to anger, (Tetragrammaton) was equally quick to sink into euphoria, was eager and ready to lap up these blatant flatteries.
A balance. A method of lulling the Deity. But what a delicate mechanism. Danger for everyone...The easily-aroused Presence that was always nearby. Always listening.
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A novelist carries with him constantly what most women carry in large purses: much that is useless, a few absolutely essential items, and then, for good measure, a great number of things that fall in between. But the novelist does not transport them physically because his trove of possessions is mental. Now and then he adds a new and entirely useless idea; now and then he reluctantly cleans out the trash -- the obviously worthless ideas -- and with a few sentimental tears sheds them. Once in a great while, however, he happens by chance onto a thoroughly stunning idea new to him that he hopes will turn out to be new to everyone else. It is this final category that dignifies his existence. But such truly priceless ideas... perhaps during his entire lifetime he may, at best, acquire only a meager few. But that is enough; he has, through them, justified his existence to himself and to his God.
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How can I join one of the parties? All their slogans and propaganda, it seems so damn - silly. How the hell can I get exited about clean teeth and underarm odor. People kill each other over these trifles... it doesn't make sense. There's going to be suicidal civil war, if that amendment passes, and I'm supposed to join one side or the other?
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