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“Era come se avessi tremato per tutta la vita, a causa di una cronica corrente sotterranea di paura. Tremare, scappare, finire nei guai, perdere le persone che amavo. Come un personaggio dei cartoni animati invece di una persona, mi resi conto. Un cartone animato degli anni Trenta, ammuffito. Dietro a tutto quello che avevo fatto c'era sempre stata la paura di spingermi.”

Quote by Philip K. Dick

Book:Valis

Work

Valis

Valis is a complex and thought-provoking work that delves into the mysteries of existence, intertwining elements of science fiction and religious symbolism. The narrative follows a protagonist on a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment, as he encounters enigmatic phenomena and seeks to understand the true nature of the universe. more

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Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick

Philip K. Dick was an American science fiction novelist known for his unique philosophical thinking and profound futuristic imagination. His works often explore the boundaries between individuals and society, reality and illusion, and have had a profound impact on science fiction literature. more

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