We now dwelt in a very large prison, without walls, bounded by Canada, Mexico and two oceans. There were the jailers, the turnkeys, the informers, and somewhere in the Midwest the solitary confinement...
We cannot enter the monstrous schizophrenic morass of Nazi internecine intrigue; our minds cannot adapt.
To live is to be haunted.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.
I did it again, Robert Childan informed himself. Impossible to avoid the topic. Because it's everywhere, in a book I happen to pick up or a record collection, in these bone napkin rings -- loot piled...
Even if all life on our planet is destroyed, there must be other life somewhere which we know nothing of. It is impossible that ours is the only world; there must be world after world unseen by us, in...
We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.
Reality denied comes back to haunt.
Perché non rilassarsi un po'? Magari una passeggiata in macchina fino al Golden Gate Park, con lo zoo e i pesci? Fare una visita dove le cose che non possono pensare provano comunque gioia.
Nothing could be more impolite. To say, Is your sheep genuine? would be a worse breach of manners.
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.
I'm not much but I'm all I have.
How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.
Everything's the same, when you break through to absolute reality; it's all one vast blur.
And yet, even if one person finds his way … that means there is a Way. Even if I personally fail to reach it.
Ubik ... Safe when taken as directed.
Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find. I’m
There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the...
The door refused to open. It said, Five cents, please.