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We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated out-flinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had always given us answers to all things. But it all went down the drain with Freud and Darwin. We were and still are a lost people.
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faith
religion
science
freud
darwin
lost
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Ray Bradbury |
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77c8899
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Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
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women
ray-bradbury
wicked
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Ray Bradbury |
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76f9a97
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Spesso scivolo come un serpente su una vettura della sotterranea a sentire cosa dicono le persone. O nelle mescite di bibite dolci, e sapete che cosa ho scoperto? - - Che cosa? - - Che la gente non dice nulla. -
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Ray Bradbury |
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Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh?' ... There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.
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Ray Bradbury |
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This is happening to me," said Montag. "What a dreadful surprise," said Beatty. "For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But let's not talk about them, eh? By the time the consequences catch up with you, it's too late, isn't it, Montag?"
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Ray Bradbury |
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And looking at one single label on a jar, he felt himself gone round the calendar to the private day this summer when he had looked at the circling world and found himself at its center. The word on the jar was RELISH. And he was glad that he had decided to live.
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Ray Bradbury |
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f5b42cd
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Man had become too much man and not enough animal
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Ray Bradbury |
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f72fb8c
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Grandma, he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the center of creation, all things revolved about it; it was the pediment that sustained the temple.
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grandma-s-cooking
grandmas
grandmother-cooking
kitchens
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Ray Bradbury |
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8333247
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Pasamos la vida entera aprendiendo a olvidar cosas que en realidad estan dentro
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ray-bradbury
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Ray Bradbury |
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The thing that makes me happy is that I know that on Mars, two hundred years from now, my books are going to be read. They'll be up on dead Mars with no atmosphere. And late at night, with a flashlight, some little boy is going to peek under the covers and read on Mars.
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ray-bradbury
mars
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Ray Bradbury |
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de5ccc6
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There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished.
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memories
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Ray Bradbury |
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9b60d0b
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They pointed at each other, with starlight burning in their limbs like daggers and icicles and fireflies, and then fell to judging their limbs again, each finding himself intact, hot, excited, stunned, awed, and the other, ah yes, that other over there, unreal, a ghostly prism flashing the accumulated light of distant worlds.... ... Now Tomas laughed. "You're blind!" "I see very well. You are the one who does not see." --
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Ray Bradbury |
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1325772
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I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top.
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Ray Bradbury |
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d68244c
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I don't belong with you. I've been an idiot all the way
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Ray Bradbury |
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You should've thought of that before becoming a fireman." "Thought!" he said. "Was I given a choice? I was raised to think the best thing in the world to read. The best thing is television and radio and ball games and a home I can't afford and, Good Lord, now, only now I realize what I've done. My grandfather and father were firemen. Walking in my sleep I followed them."
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television
reading
sleep-walking
tv
reading-books
read
radio
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Ray Bradbury |
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f6f0ffa
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I've tasted every victual and danced every dance; now there's one last tart I haven't bit on, one time I haven't whistled. but I'm not afraid. I'm truly curious. Death won't get a crumb by my mouth I won't keep and savor. So don't you worry over me. Now, all of you go, and let me find my sleep....
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Ray Bradbury |
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dd004a9
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With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.
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Ray Bradbury |
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085493d
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I'm the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It's just the opposite of love.
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love
desire
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Ray Bradbury |
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a74b833
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He was part of us and when he died all the actions stopped dead, and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. i've never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of t..
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Ray Bradbury |
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Someone who loved night arrivals and dark departures, for the hell, the fun, the death of it?
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Ray Bradbury |
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dea1fc9
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See the fish...Just like war. War swims along, sees food, contracts. A moment later - Earth is gone.
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Ray Bradbury |
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9e2b7e6
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And they made Alice drink something from a bottle which reduced her to a size where she could no longer cry 'Curiouser and curiouser,' and they gave the Looking Glass one hammer blow to smash it and every Red King and Oyster away!
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Ray Bradbury |
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More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and superorganize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The things you're looking for...are in the world, but the only way the average chap will see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.
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Ray Bradbury |
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And now, these books. This. He touched PHYSIOGNOMONIE. The secrets of the individual's character as found on his face. Were Jim and Will, then, featured all angelic, pure, half-innocent, peering up through the sidewalk at marching terror? Did the boys represent the ideal for your Woman, Man, or Child of Excellent Bearing, Color, Balance, and Summer Disposition? Converserly...Charles Halloway turned a page...did the scurrying freaks, the Ill..
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wicked
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Ray Bradbury |
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49bf8e8
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He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler for help, would it matter? Blackness could come swiftly, swallowing; in one titanically freezing moment all would be concluded. Long before dawn, long before police with flashlights might probe the dark, disturbed pathway, long before men with t..
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Ray Bradbury |
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Why travel to the Moon or Mars if we only continue our wars there with Russia or China or Africa? Why build rockets at all? For fun? For adventure? Or is this the same process that sends the salmons back upstream year after year to spawn and die - a subliminal urge in mankind to spread, in self-preservation, to the stars? Are we then secretly fearful that one day the sun might freeze and the the earth grow cold or the sun explode in a terri..
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space-travel
science-fiction
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I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur? That's a rose-garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, too?"
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drivers
guy-montag
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They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river flung them headlong where they must go. Up steps, three, six, nine, twelve! Slap! Their palms hit the library door. Jim and Will grinned at each other. It was all so good, these blowing quiet October nights and the library waiting inside now with its green-shaded lamps and papyrus dust.
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How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.
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time
women
ray-bradbury
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Ray Bradbury |
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There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
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Ray Bradbury |
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I never liked lobster in my life, and mainly because I'd never tried it. On my eightieth birthday I tried it. I can't say I'm greatly excited over lobster still, but I have no doubt as to its taste now, and I don't fear it. I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with a buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that's burned dry.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Don't judge a book by its cover.
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Ray Bradbury |
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b2328e9
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So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.
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The worst thing you do when you think is lie -- you can make up reasons that are not true for the things that you did, and what you're trying to do as a creative person is surprise yourself -- find out who you really are, and try not to lie, try to tell the truth all the time. And the only way to do this is by being very active and very emotional, and get it out of yourself -- making things that you hate and things that you love, you write ..
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Ray Bradbury |
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I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The sun rose yellow as a lemon. The sky was round and blue. The birds looped clear water songs in the air. Will and Jim leaned from their windows. Nothing had changed. Except the look in Jim's eyes. "Last night. . ." said Will. "Did or didn't it happen?"
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Ray Bradbury |
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Don't ask for everything on your platter," she said. "Be satisfied with a wrinkled pea, for there's another world we're all going to that's better than this one." "I know that world," he said. "It's peaceful," she said. "Yes." "There's quiet," she said. "Yes." "There's milk and honey flowing." "Why, yes," he said. "And everybody's laughing." "I can see it now," he said. "A better world," she said. "Far better," he said. "Yes, Mar..
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Ray Bradbury |
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And in the years when your shadow leaned clear across the land as you lay abed nights with your heartbeat mounting to the billions, his invention must let a man drowse easy in the falling leaves like the boys in autumn who, comfortably strewn in the dry stacks, are content to be a part of the death of the world...
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Ray Bradbury |
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And if it's around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bed-sheets around corners.
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Ray Bradbury |
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And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear. He listened to the wind and the falling ocean and my voice, always with rapt attention, a concentration that almost excluded physical bodies themselves and kept only the sounds.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen and the sun burnt Time, that meant that everything burnt! One of them had to stop burning. The sun wouldn't, certainly. So it looked as if it had to be Montag and the people he had worked with until a few short hours ago. Somewhere the saving and putting away had to..
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time
books
records
transience
preservation
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Ray Bradbury |
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967e6cb
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It was a simple thing. All terror is a simplicity. ("Interval In Sunlight")"
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terror
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Ray Bradbury |