The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of n… - Philip K. Dick

"Maybe I shouldn’t have told you—about it being electrical." She put her hand out, touched his arm; she felt guilty, seeing the effect it had on him, the change.
"No," Rick said. "I’m glad to know. Or rather—" He became silent. "I’d prefer to know."

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.