James Andrew Harris

“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

“Am I racially kin to this man? Baynes wondered. So closely so that for all intents and purposes it is the same? Then it is in me, too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And—how many of us do know it?”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle

“Oracle, why did you write The Grasshopper Lies Heavy? What are we supposed to learn?”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle

“Watching him, Juliana thought, It's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of life. Always moving on, restless and griped.”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle