What about -- not sex -- but love?'' Love is another name for sex.'' Like love of country,' Rick said. 'Love of music.

— Philip K. Dick

What if he could see this, his own skull, yellow and eroded? Two centuries old. Would he still speak? Would he speak, if he could see it, the grinning, aged skull? What would there be for him to say, to tell the people? What message could he bring? What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull?

— Philip K. Dick

What sort of imaginary voice is that? I asked myself, suppose Columbus had heard an imaginary voice telling him to sail west. And because of it he had discovered the New World and changed human history... We would be hard put to defend the use of the term 'imaginary' then, for that voice, since the consequences of its speaking came to affect us all. Which would have constituted greater reality, an 'imaginary' voice telling him to sail west, or a 'real' voice telling him the idea was hopeless?

— Philip K. Dick

What was on the other side?" Donna said, "He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it."" He... never went through it?"" That’s why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn’t see it at all, and it was too late. It opened for him a few days, and then it was closed and gone forever.

— Philip K. Dick

What you should do," she told Fat during one of his darker hours, "is got into studying the characteristics of the T-34." Fat asked what that was. It turned out that Sherri had read a book on Russian armor during World War Two. The T-34 tank had been the Soviet Union's salvation and thereby the salvation of all the Allied Powers- and, by extension, Horse lover Fat's, since without the T-34 he would be speaking - not English or Latin or the Kline - but German.

— Philip K. Dick

When do I see a photograph, when is a reflection?

— Philip K. Dick

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things.

— Philip K. Dick

When you attack a tyranny you must expect it to fight back.

— Philip K. Dick

Yet, the dark fire waned: the life force oozed out of her, as he had so often witnessed before with other androids. The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism - with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hag riding it - could never have reconciled itself to.

— Philip K. Dick

You know, the way I feel, if I read a science fiction book by a new writer which is a lot better than what I do, instead of going on a bummer right away and saying, “Oh Christ, I’m obsolete, I’m outdated, I’ve lost it.” I have this tremendous sense of joy. I don’t have to write all the great goddamn science fiction in the world. Somebody else is going to carry this torch. It’s such a relief to sit with my feet up on the wall and to know that if I never wrote another book science fiction is going ahead.

— Philip K. Dick