Philip K. Dick Quotes

Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.

Nothing is absolute, with the debatable exceptions of this statement and death.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied."

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Well, life is dark, isn't it? Mostly, it's dreadful. At the same time, death is funny too. I mean, look at the fuss we make of it.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

I think truth is weirder than fiction.

My personal philosophy is, you can be sure of nothing.

Whoever says he is starting from a given in nature may be right, and so is he who says he is starting from nothing!

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous.

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt.

I want to live," he said, "So I have to die.

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.

Each man is everything to himself, for with his death everything is dead for him. That is why each of us thinks he is everything to everyone. We must not judge nature by ourselves, but by its own standards.

Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all like the water of a lake and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we WERE there, and during the time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth - what is, what was, what will be - not what could be, what should have been, what never can be.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

Paradoxes are the only truths.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.