Philip K. Dick Quotes

They were looking for a stable, but we didn't have one. In fact, we weren't very stable ourselves.

Expect the unexpected in the kingdom of madness!

You can't predict anything. How can you be certain about anything when everything is chaos and we're not in control?

At its best, life is completely unpredictable.

Unpredictability, too, can become monotonous.

Anything can change in show business; you know how it goes, everything changes from one day to the other.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

You always have to wrestle with chaos.

It is always the unreadable that occurs.

The world is a dynamic mess of jiggling things.

Instability is never a good idea.

Destiny and history are untidy.

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

It's a crazy world!

What interests me is the unforeseeable.

In war more than anywhere else, things do not turn out as we expect.

O world, world when I was younger I thought there was some order governing you and your deeds. But now you seem to be a labyrinth of errors, a frightful desert, a den of wild beasts, a game in which men move in circles…a stony field, a meadow full of serpents, a flowering but barren orchard, a spring of cares, a river of tears, a sea of suffering, a vain hope.

it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

The Unexpected always comes at the most awkward times.

It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.

The dark world is going to submit to its present treatment just as long as it must and not one moment longer.

As for me, the grounds of my hope have always been that history is wilder than our imagination of it and that the unexpected shows up far more regularly than we ever dream.

I thought I had reached a point in life where everything would be smooth. But it is not. It just gets more jagged and pitted and filled with turns that take you into the dark recesses of your mind. It never seems to get easy.