Quisiera llegar pronto (1980) (I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon)
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Frases célebres de Philip K. Dick
“El cuerpo tiene poderes que la mente desconoce.”
Philip K. Dick
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Sivainvi
SIVAINVI (VALIS), 1981, Ed. Ultramar, Barcelona, 1988, p. 13.
Confessions of a Crap Artist
Frases sobre la realidad. de Philip K. Dick
Tiempo desarticulado, 1959, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 1988, pp. 68-9.
La invasión divina, 1981, Ed. Ultramar, Barcelona, 1990, p. 200.
Frases de hombres de Philip K. Dick
La invasión divina, 1981, Ed. Ultramar, Barcelona, 1990, p. 82.
“El hombre no contiene al muchacho, sino a los hombres que le precedieron”
Philip K. Dick
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Ubik
Ubik, 1973, Ed. Martínez Roca, Barcelona, 1976, p. 125.
Philip K. Dick Frases y Citas
Variante: Los que leemos ciencia-ficción, lo hacemos porque amamos la experiencia que supone la reacción en cadena de las ideas que tiene lugar en nuestras mentes por lo que hemos leído, algo novedoso; así, el propósito final de la mejor ciencia-ficción es la colaboración entre el autor y el lector, una colaboración en la que ambos son creadores — y disfrutan de ello: el disfrute es el ingrediente esencial y definitivo de la ciencia-ficción, el disfrute del descubrimiento de las cosas nuevas.
“Las cosas eléctricas también tienen sus vidas. Por insignificantes que sean.”
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Carta para Patricia Warrick (5/17/1978) Publicada en Selected Letters of Philip K. Dick, 1977-1979 (1993)
Philip K. Dick
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Strange Eden
Strange Eden
The Collected Stories of Philip K. Dick 1: The Short Happy Life of the Brown Oxford
Blade Runner: ¿Sueñan los androides con ovejas eléctricas?
Los Simulacros, 1964, Ed. Martínez Roca, Barcelona, 1988, p. 79.
La transmigración de Timothy Archer, 1982, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 1984, p. 12.
Tiempo desarticulado , 1959, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 1988, p. 57.
“La dificultad que presenta el dogma es que afecta el espíritu creativo del hombre.”
La transmigración de Timothy Archer, 1982, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 1984, p. 23.
Confesiones de un artista de mierda , 1959, Ed. Valdemar, Madrid, 1992, p. 110.
Philip K. Dick
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Sivainvi
SIVAINVI (VALIS), 1981, Ed. Ultramar, Barcelona, 1988, p 135.
Tiempo desarticulado , 1959, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 1988, p. 22.
Radio libre Albemut , 1985, Ed. Ultramar, Barcelona, 1990, p. 44.
“Si creyera que el primer boceto contenía todo el concepto, sería un poeta, no un novelista”
Carta a Eleanor Dimoff, 1-2-1.960, Cit. Paul Williams en introducción a Confesiones de un artista de mierda , 1959, Ed. Valdemar, Madrid, 1992, p. 10.
“Todo es verdad —dijo Rick— Todo lo que las personas han pensado alguna vez”
¿Sueñan los androides con ovejas eléctricas?, 1968, Ed. Edhasa, Barcelona, 2000, p. 182.
Los Simulacros , 1964, Ed. Martínez Roca, Barcelona, 1988, p. 54.
Confessions of a Crap Artist
Philip K. Dick
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Ubik
Ubik
Confessions of a Crap Artist
Philip K. Dick: Frases en inglés
The Golden Man (1954)
Contexto: In one dim scene he saw himself lying charred and dead; he had tried to run through the line, out the exit.
But that scene was vague. One wavering, indistinct still out of many. The inflexible path along which he moved would not deviate in that direction. It would not turn him that way. The golden figure in that scene, the miniature doll in that room, was only distantly related to him. It was himself, but a far-away self. A self he would never meet. He forgot it and went on to examine the other tableau.
The myriad of tableaux that surrounded him were an elaborate maze, a web which he now considered bit by bit. He was looking down into a doll's house of infinite rooms, rooms without number, each with its furniture, its dolls, all rigid and unmoving. <!-- The same dolls and furniture were repeated in many. He, himself, appeared often. The two men on the platform. The woman. Again and again the same combinations turned up; the play was redone frequently, the same actors and props moved around in all possible ways.
Before it was time to leave the supply closet, Cris Johnson had examined each of the rooms tangent to the one he now occupied. He had consulted each, considered its contents thoroughly.
He pushed the door open and stepped calmly out into the hall. He knew exactly where he was going. And what he had to do. Crouched in the stuffy closet, he had quietly and expertly examined each miniature of himself, observed which clearly-etched configuration lay along his inflexible path, the one room of the doll house, the one set out of legions, toward which he was moving.
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Adjustment Team
Adjustment Team (1954)
Contexto: "I get the picture." His voice was almost inaudible. A chilling premonition moved through him. "I was supposed to be changed like the others. But I guess something went wrong."
"Something went wrong. An error occurred. And now a serious problem exists. You have seen these things. You know a great deal. And you are not coordinated with the new configuration."
"Gosh," Ed muttered. "Well, I won't tell anybody." Cold sweat poured off him. "You can count on that. I'm as good as changed."
The Golden Man (1954)
Contexto: He was always moving, advancing into new regions he had never seen before. A constantly unfolding panorama of sights and scenes, frozen landscapes spread out ahead. All objects were fixed. Pieces on a vast chess board through which he moved, arms folded, face calm. A detached observer who saw objects that lay ahead of him as clearly as those under foot.
Right now, as he crouched in the small supply closet, he saw an unusually varied multitude of scenes for the next half hour. Much lay ahead. The half hour was divided into an incredibly complex pattern of separate configurations. He had reached a critical region; he was about to move through worlds of intricate complexity.
The Golden Man (1954)
Contexto: The chamber was an inferno of energy. The figure had completely disappeared. Wisdom waited a moment, then nodded to the technicians operating the cube. They touched guide buttons and the muzzles slowed and died. Some sank back into the cube. All became silent. The works of the cube ceased humming.
Cris Johnson was still alive. He emerged from the settling clouds of ash, blackened and singed. But unhurt. He had avoided each beam. He had weaved between them and among them as they came, a dancer leaping over glittering sword-points of pink fire. He had survived.
The Golden Man (1954)
Contexto: For a moment he studied the massive figure who stood calmly between the two Civil Policemen. Beside him, they seemed to have shrunk, become ungainly and repellent. Like dwarves... What had Jean said? A god come to earth. Baines broke angrily away. "Come on," he muttered brusquely. "This one may be tough; we've never run up against one like it before. We don't know what the hell it can do."
“I think that, like in my writing, reality is always a soap bubble, Silly Putty thing anyway.”
Interview, Science Fiction Review (August 1976)
Contexto: I think that, like in my writing, reality is always a soap bubble, Silly Putty thing anyway. In the universe people are in, people put their hands through the walls, and it turns out they're living in another century entirely. … I often have the feeling — and it does show up in my books — that this is all just a stage.
“It was himself, but a far-away self. A self he would never meet.”
The Golden Man (1954)
Contexto: In one dim scene he saw himself lying charred and dead; he had tried to run through the line, out the exit.
But that scene was vague. One wavering, indistinct still out of many. The inflexible path along which he moved would not deviate in that direction. It would not turn him that way. The golden figure in that scene, the miniature doll in that room, was only distantly related to him. It was himself, but a far-away self. A self he would never meet. He forgot it and went on to examine the other tableau.
The myriad of tableaux that surrounded him were an elaborate maze, a web which he now considered bit by bit. He was looking down into a doll's house of infinite rooms, rooms without number, each with its furniture, its dolls, all rigid and unmoving. <!-- The same dolls and furniture were repeated in many. He, himself, appeared often. The two men on the platform. The woman. Again and again the same combinations turned up; the play was redone frequently, the same actors and props moved around in all possible ways.
Before it was time to leave the supply closet, Cris Johnson had examined each of the rooms tangent to the one he now occupied. He had consulted each, considered its contents thoroughly.
He pushed the door open and stepped calmly out into the hall. He knew exactly where he was going. And what he had to do. Crouched in the stuffy closet, he had quietly and expertly examined each miniature of himself, observed which clearly-etched configuration lay along his inflexible path, the one room of the doll house, the one set out of legions, toward which he was moving.
Introduction to The Golden Man (1980)
Contexto: Several years ago, when I was ill, Heinlein offered his help, anything he could do, and we had never met; he would phone me to cheer me up and see how I was doing. He wanted to buy me an electric typewriter, God bless him — one of the few true gentlemen in this world. I don't agree with any ideas he puts forth in his writing, but that is neither here nor there. One time when I owed the IRS a lot of money and couldn't raise it, Heinlein loaned the money to me. I think a great deal of him and his wife; I dedicated a book to them in appreciation. Robert Heinlein is a fine-looking man, very impressive and very military in stance; you can tell he has a military background, even to the haircut. He knows I'm a flipped-out freak and still he helped me and my wife when we were in trouble. That is the best in humanity, there; that is who and what I love.
“We hypostasize information into objects.”
Philip K. Dick
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Sivainvi
VALIS (1981)
Contexto: We hypostasize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outwards once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing.
"Man, Androids and Machine" (1975), reprinted in The Shifting Realities of Philip K. Dick (1995) Lawrence Sutin, ed.
Contexto: These creatures are among us, although morphologically they do not differ from us; we must not posit a difference of essence, but a difference of behavior. In my science fiction I write about about them constantly. Sometimes they themselves do not know they are androids. Like Rachel Rosen, they can be pretty but somehow lack something; or, like Pris in We Can Build You, they can be absolutely born of a human womb and even design androids — the Abraham Lincoln one in that book — and themselves be without warmth; they then fall within the clinical entity "schizoid," which means lacking proper feeling. I am sure we mean the same thing here, with the emphasis on the word "thing." A human being without the proper empathy or feeling is the same as an android built so as to lack it, either by design or mistake. We mean, basically, someone who does not care about the fate which his fellow living creatures fall victim to; he stands detached, a spectator, acting out by his indifference John Donne's theorem that "No man is an island," but giving that theorem a twist: that which is a mental and a moral island is not a man.
“Everything in life is just for a while.”
Philip K. Dick
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A Scanner Darkly
Fuente: A Scanner Darkly
“Reality denied comes back to haunt.”
Philip K. Dick
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Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Fuente: Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
“Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.”
Philip K. Dick
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El hombre en el castillo
Fuente: The Man in the High Castle
"How To Build A Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later" (1978)
“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.”
Philip K. Dick
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A Scanner Darkly
Fuente: A Scanner Darkly
“If I had known it was harmless
I would have killed it myself.”
Philip K. Dick
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A Scanner Darkly
Fuente: A Scanner Darkly (1977), Chapter 6 (p. 94)
