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Sure, it's money runs the world," Doone agreed, seated there. "But it is music that holds down the friction."
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The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway.
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You see?" Granger turned to Montag. "Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid..
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For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The..
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My dear, you never will understand time, will you? You're always trying to be the things you were, instead of the person you are tonight. Why do you save those ticket stubs and theater programs? They'll only hurt you later. Throw them away, my dear.
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possessions
the-past
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Evil has only the power that we give it. I give you nothing. I take back. Starve. Starve. Starve.
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and do you know what?" "What?" "People don't talk about anything."
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You who walk the earth know only the moment, which is whisked away with your next exhalation.
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She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why.
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More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun, and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and super organize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere.
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His destiny is in his genes. He can no more ignore this call, this summons, than he can ignore the beating of his heart. So it is with Man's becoming more than he now is. Not Superman, assuredly, for that name has been contaminated with misuse. But a creature with a superb destiny.
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I think of her hands but I don't see them doing anything at all. They just hang there at her sides or they lay there on her lap or there's a cigarette in them, but that's all.
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The girl? She was a time bomb.
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This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted. There
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It had moved in the midnight waters of space like a pale sea leviathan; it had passed the ancient moon and thrown itself onward into one nothingness following another.
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And we lived in a world that was evil. A world that was like a great black ship pulling away from the shore of sanity and civilization, roaring its black horn in the night, taking two billion people with it, whether they wanted to go or not, to death, to fall over the edge of the earth and the sea into radioactive flame and madness.
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You are all there, the people in the city. I can't believe I was ever among you. When you are away from a city it becomes a fantasy. Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people, becomes improbable with distance. Just as I am improbable here, in Illinois, in a small town by a quiet lake. All of us improbable to one another because we are not present to one another. And it is so good to hear the sounds, and know that Mexico City is still the..
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It flourished on the air softly in vapors of cobalt light, whispering and sighing.
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People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.
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Books were only a receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we would forget.
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Vendran lluvias suaves y olores de la tierra, y golondrinas que giraran con brillante sonido; y ranas que cantaran de noche en los estanques y ciruelos de tembloroso blanco, y petirrojos que vestiran plumas de fuego y silbaran en los alambres de las cercas; y nadie sabra nada de la guerra, a nadie le interesara que haya terminado. A nadie le importara, ni a los pajaros ni a los arboles, si la humanidad se destruye totalmente; y la misma pri..
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Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time,
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Who wants to see the Future, who ever does? A man can face the Past, but to think--the pillars crumbled, you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?" The Martian was silent, but then he looked on ahead. "But there they are. I see them. Isn't that enough for me? They wait for me now, no matter what you say." And"
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That's the good part about dying; when you've got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
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I buoni scrittori toccano spesso la vita. I mediocri la sfiorano con una mano fuggevole. I cattivi scrittori la sforzano e l'abbandonano. Capite ora perche i libri sono odiati e temuti? Perche rivelano i pori sulla faccia della vita. La gente comoda vuole soltanto facce di luna piena, di cera, facce senza pori, senza peli, inespressive.
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In most cases I don't even know the metaphors lay waiting to be printed off my retina.
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We theorize about what goes on in the brain, but it is mostly undiscovered country. A writer's work is to coax the stuff out and see how it plays. Surprise, as I have often said, is everything.
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Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. 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. --Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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Father Peregrine, won't you ever be serious?" "Not until the good Lord is. Oh, don't look so terribly shocked, please. The Lord is not serious. In fact, it is a little hard to know just what else He is except loving. And love has to do with humor, doesn't it? For you cannot love someone unless you put up with him, can you? And you cannot put up with someone constantly unless you can laugh at him. Isn't that true? And certainly we are ridicu..
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All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a large pink, trained ulcer, a blood pressure of algebraic dimensions, a myopia this side of blindness, and nightmares as deep as oceans and infested with improbable lengths of dream intestines through which he must violently force his way each nigh..
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civizilization
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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.
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Quisiera recordar - dijo Ylla rompiendo el silencio y mirando a lo lejos, mas alla de la figura de su marido, frio, erguido, de mirada amarilla. - ?Que quisieras recordar? - pregunto el senor K bebiendo un poco de vino. - Aquella cancion - respondio Ylla -, aquella dulce y hermosa cancion. Cerro los ojos y tarareo algo, pero no la cancion. - La he olvidado y no se por que. No quisiera olvidarla. Quisiera recordarla siempre. Movio las man..
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There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man.
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Oh, death in space was most humorous.
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universe
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The hot blue-glass eyes of the mannequins watched as the ladies drifted down the empty river bottom street, their images shimmering in the windows like blossoms seen under darkly moving waters.
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You're out there, Lespere. It's all over. It's just as if it had never happened, isn't it?" "No." "When anything's over, it's just like it never happened. Where's your life any better than mine, now? Now is what counts. Is it any better? Is it?" "Yes, it's better!" "How?" "Because I got my thoughts, I remember!" cried Lespere, far away, indignant, holding his memories to his chest with both hands. And he was right. With a feeling of cold wa..
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But most of all," she said, "I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going. Sometimes I even go to the Fun Parks and ride in the jet cars when they race on the edge of town at midnight and the police don't care as long as they're insured. As long as everyone has ten thousand insurance everyone's happy. Sometim..
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There are three phrases that make possible the world of writing about the world of not-yet (you can call it science fiction or speculative fiction; you can call it anything you wish) and they are simple phrases: What if . . . ? If only . . . If this goes on . . . "What if . . . ?" gives us change, a departure from our lives. (What if aliens landed tomorrow and gave us everything we wanted, but at a price?) "If only . . ." lets us explore th..
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Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books levelled down to a sort of paste pudding norm,
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Whenever I am very happy or very sad or very embarrassed, I cram my mouth with sweets and litter the breezeway with discards. Kogda ia ochen' schastliv, ili ochen' ogorchen, ili smushchen, ia vsegda nabivaiu rot sladostiami i brosaiu obertki gde popalo.
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Will power is the answer. Will power. No white bread, no Nestle's Crunch bars... I flinched and felt the last of the bars melting in my pockets. Na vse voprosy otvet odin -- sila voli! Iskliuchitel'no sila voli. Nikakikh bulok, nikakikh shokoladnykh plitok... Ia morgnul i pochuvstvoval, kak posledniaia iz shokoladok taet u menia v karmane.
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And the men of Mars realized that in order to survive they would have to forgo asking that one question any longer: Why live? Life was its own answer.
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She was too wonderful a character to be allowed to die and I realize now that I should have allowed her to appear at the end of my book. [Ray writes about the character Clarisse]
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Vio que la luna se hundia en el firmamento. La luna alli, y su resplandor, ?producido por que? Por el sol, claro. ?Y que iluminaba al sol? Su propio fuego. Y el sol sigue, dia tras dia, quemando y quemando. El sol y el tiempo. El sol el tiempo y las llamas. Llamas. El rio le balanceaba suavemente. Llamas. El sol y todos los relojes del mundo. Todo se reunia y se convertia en una misma cosa en su mente. [...] El sol ardia a diario. Quemaba e..
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