741 Quotes by Philip K. Dick

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    Dès le réveil, un plein bol de bons flocons Ubik, la céréale pour adultes, plus croustillante, plus délicieuse, plus nutritive.La céréale des petits déjeuners joyeux, exquise jusqu'à la dernière cuillerée !Ne pas dépasser la portion conseillée pour un repas.

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    And this is the straight dope, right here. These people are not exactly human. They don the dress but they're like monkeys dolled up in the circus. They're clever and can learn, but that is all.

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    We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back," a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were falling on them; did the man intend to fall back upward into the sky in some sort of revenge?

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    Ele se sentiu, de uma hora para outra, como uma mariposa inútil, agitando-se diante da vidraça da realidade, vendo-a de modo indistinto pelo lado de fora.- ubik

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    If you dial', Iran said, eyes open and watching, 'for greater venom, then I'll dial the same. I'll dial the maximum and you'll see a fight that makes every argument we've had up to now seem like nothing. Dial and see; just try me!' She rose swiftly, loped to the console of her own mood organ, stood glaring at him, waiting.

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    D is for Substance D. "D" is dumbness, and despair, desertion-desertion of you from your friends, your friends from you, everyone from everyone. Isolation and loneliness... and hating and suspecting each other, "D" is finally death. Slow death from the head down. Well... that's it.

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    And yet now and then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are half-baked compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The old aboriginal myth; the truth, there.

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