"How come you didn’t recognize me?" Hentman said crossly. "Aren’t I world-famous? Or maybe you don’t watch TV." - Philip K. Dick

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"How come you didn’t recognize me?" Hentman said crossly. "Aren’t I world-famous? Or maybe you don’t watch TV."

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About Philip K. Dick

Philip Kindred Dick (16 December 1928 – 2 March 1982) was an American writer, whose published works mainly belong to the genre of science fiction. Dick explored philosophical, sociological and political themes in novels with plots dominated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, and altered states of consciousness. In his later works, Dick's thematic focus tended to reflect his personal interest in metaphysics and theology.

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Pen Names: Richard Phillipps Jack Dowland
Birth Name: Philip Kindred Dick
Also Known As: Phil
Alternative Names: PKD Philip Dick Richard Phillips Filip K. Dik

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