Philip K. Dick Quotes

I've always been a big fan of Philip K. Dick; I love his work. There's a returning theme of identity and the fragility of our identity. Even when we are looking at what we think is a stark reality, it might actually be something completely different.

Look, I like to fantasize that there's more to reality than what we have here, and that's why, from a young age, I just loved Philip K. Dick's books.

Nothing is real.

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.

I think Pirandello had something to say to people about what truth really is.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

The truth is always less interesting than the fiction.

Who does understand life?

Some stories are true that never happened.

Just because it's in a movie doesn't mean it's real.

People don't like reality, they like crazy stories.

Imagine a mosaic picture of a house in the country: lots of red and blue and yellow and black and brown and white and a dozen different shades of green tiles which make a beautiful picture if you stand back far enough. All the little red squares are true - true things, true places, true feelings. But the red squares aren't the picture. All the rest of it is lies and stories, often within the same sentence.

As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

Welcome to the Desert of the Real.

Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth--it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.

This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible worlds is true in one of them, then it must be true in all of them. So maybe, it's not as fictional as we think.

Life is a process of losing our illusions, until we finally lose the illusion that we're alive.

Nothing in this world is real

No one wants to be part of a fiction, and even less so if that fiction is real.

The only real people are the people who never existed.

This world may be only illusion -- but it's the only illusion we've got.

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.