Philip K. Dick Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.

  Philip K. Dick

  Heart, Hands, Years

  Philip K. Dick (2011). “A Scanner Darkly”, p.164, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I became educated to the fact that the greatest pain does not come zooming down from a distant planet, but from the depths of the heart. Of course, both could happen; your wife and child could leave you, and you could be sitting alone in your empty house with nothing to live for, and in addition the Martians could bore through the roof and get you.

  Philip K. Dick

  Pain, Children, Heart

• We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.

  Philip K. Dick

  Wise, Writing, Heart

  Philip K. Dick (2012). “Ubik”, p.225, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view ... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself.

  Philip K. Dick

  Believe, Heart, Views

  Philip K. Dick (2012). “The Man in the High Castle”, p.100, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Odd that the brain could function on its own, without acquainting him with its purposes, its reasons. But the brain was an organ, like the spleen, heart, kidneys. And they went about their private activities. So why not the brain?

  Philip K. Dick

  Heart, Brain, Purpose

  Philip K. Dick (2012). “The Man Who Japed”, p.41, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• So we and our elaborately evolving computers may meet each other halfway. Someday a human being, named perhaps Fred White, may shoot a robot named Pete Something-or-other, which has come out of a General Electric factory, and to his surprise see it weep and bleed. And the dying robot may shoot back and, to its surprise, see a wisp of gray smoke arise from the electric pump that it supposed was Mr. White's beating heart. It would be rather a great moment of truth for both of them.

  Philip K. Dick

  Heart, White, Dying

  Philip K. Dick (1995). “The Shifting Realities of Philip K. Dick: Selected Literary and Philosophical Writings”, Vintage

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