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 necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises. In the banks, in insurance companies, big electric companies, missile-building firms, universities. He had seen them as assistant professors teaching some recondite subject - survey of heretical Christian sects of the fifth century - and simultaneously inching their path up with all their might and main. Everything but sending their wives over to the administration building as bait. . .

Philip K. Dick (2003 [1959]) Time Out of Joint. Londres: Gollancz. pp. 11-12

...uma grande desigualdade social ao nível da obesidade...

Isabel do Carmo ao Público

Eis algo que me passou pela cabeça ainda a semana passada num jantar onde a mediana dos comensais era claramente uma certa elite e as excepções podiam, para além de toda a simbólica, ser encontradas através do tipo físico.

The creative urge, which can only find an outlet in spending.

Philip K. Dick (2000 [1975]) Now Wait for Last Year. Londres: Gollancz. p. 2