A Scanner Darkly

by Philip K. Dick

What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows.

to have watched a human being you loved deeply, that you had gotten real close to, held and slept with and kissed and worried about and befriended and most of all admired—to see that warm living person burn out from the inside, burn from the heart outward.

“Life,” Barris said, as if to himself, “is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy.

“It’s easy to win. Anybody can win.”