The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
‘We are all insects,’ he said to Miss Ephreikian. ‘Groping towards something terrible or divine.
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
He shouted excitedly, ‘I’m explaining Fascist theory of action!’
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
the exploration of the planets, the billion chemical heaps in Africa that were now not even corpses,
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
Body of yin, soul of yang. Metal and fire unified. The outer and inner; microcosmos in my palm.
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
One seeks to contravene one’s perceptions – why? So that one can wander utterly lost, without signposts or guide?
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
What they say is true: your powers of imitation are immense. Apple pie, Coca-Cola, stroll after the movie, Glenn Miller … you could paste together out of tin and rice paper a complete artificial
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand. But no longer.
Philip K. Dick • The Man in the High Castle (Penguin Modern Classics)
I am a mask, concealing the real. Behind me, hidden, actuality goes on, safe from prying eyes. Odd, he thought. Vital sometimes to be merely cardboard front, like carton.