Life is short. 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

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky. Philip K. Dick

Bang! Bang!

If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. Philip K Dick