Quotes From "The Three Stigmata Of Palmer Eldritch" By Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. Philip K. Dick

Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step. Philip K. Dick

Are―you dying?" she asked." Just can't breathe. This air."" Poor, poor―good lord. I've forgotten your name."" Hell of a thing."" Barney! " He clutched her." No! Don't stop! " She arched her back. Her teeth chattered." I wasn't going to, " he said. "Oooaugh! "He laughed." Don't please laugh at me."" Not meant unkindly." A long silence, then. Then, "Oof. Philip K. Dick