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Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy... fear makes you always, always hold something back.
All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind
When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.
Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.
How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.
Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?
Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.
Just because something bears the aspect of the inevitable one should not, therefore, go along willingly with it.
The two basic topics which fascinate me are 'What is reality?' and 'What constitutes the authentic human being?'
This is a mournful discovery. 1)Those who agree with you are insane 2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.
He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.
It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense
He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.
The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.
In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.
But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.
That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.
A lot can be said for the infinite mercies of God, but the smarts of a good pharmacist, when you get down to it, is worth more.
I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.
What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.
You're killing yourself with cynicism. Your idols got taken away from you one by one and now you have nothing to give your love to.
I love you,' Rachael said. 'If I entered a room and found a sofa covered with your hide I'd score very high on the Voigt-Kampff test.
No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.
A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.
There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.
Life ... is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.
To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement.... Whoever defeats the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like a virus.
I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.
The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.
Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.
Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.
It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.
If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.
What is possible and what is not possible is not objectively known but is, rather, a subjective belief on the part of the author and of the reader.
This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.
It has been said of dreams that they are a 'controlled psychosis,' or, put another way, a psychosis is a dream breaking through during waking hours.
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.
The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
The mentally disturbed do not employ the Principle of Scientific Parsimony: the most simple theory to explain a given set of facts. They shoot for the baroque.
When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.
And of course, in my writing, there is the constant theme of music, love of, preoccupation with, music. Music is the single thread making my life into a coherency.
Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.
The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.
No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.
We do not have an ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.
In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.
I saw a segment of Douglas Trumbull's special effects for 'Blade Runner' on the KNBC-TV news. I recognized it immediately. It was my own interior world. They caught it perfectly.
Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost ... perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that little precious fragment as well.