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Augmentez la dose de sports pour chacun, developpez l'esprit d'equipe, de competition, et le besoin de penser est elimine, non ? Organiser, organisez, super-organisez des super-super-sports. Multipliez les bandes dessinees, les films; l'esprit a de moins en moins d'appetits. L'impatience, les autos-trades sillonnees de foules qui sont ici, la, partout, nulle part. Les refugies du volant. Les villes se transforment en auberges routieres; les..
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Hic de anayasanin dedigi gibi kisme esit ve ozgur dogmamistir,herkes esit yapilir. Her insan bir digerinin sureti olunca herkes mutlu olur,ortada cekinilecek korkulacak,herkesin kendisini yargilamasina yol acacak daglar yoktur.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Se da cuenta ahora porque los libros son odiados y temidos? Muestran los poros del rostro de la vida
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Ray Bradbury |
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Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
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Ray Bradbury |
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We've started and won two atomic wars since 2022! Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world? Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are? I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much? I've heard the rumors about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years. Do..
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A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head.
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music
sound
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Ray Bradbury |
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I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper needs.
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idols
modernity
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Ray Bradbury |
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There were fireworks the very first night, things that you should be afraid of perhaps, for they might remind you of other more horrible things, but these were beautiful, rockets that ascended into the ancient soft air of Mexico and shook the stars apart in blue and white fragments.
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Ray Bradbury |
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This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are.
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Ray Bradbury |
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We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Non e stato il Governo a decidere; non ci sono stati in origine editti, manifesti, censure, no! ma la tecnologia, lo sfruttamento delle masse e la pressione delle minoranze hanno raggiunto lo scopo, grazie a Dio!
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Ray Bradbury |
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Thinking a man good, we risk his duplicity. Thinking a man bad, we deny sanctuary.
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Ray Bradbury |
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It's bad to get up early, stand at your typewriter and work, then find it's nothing and take a bottle to bed.
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Ray Bradbury |
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We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks...And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'll be me.
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Ray Bradbury |
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ostanal sam, imash v'zmozhnost da obmislish neshchata iz osnovi.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Vzemaiti vsichko, kakvoto poiskate, pri uslovie, che naistina go zhelaete. Eto kak shche razberete. Popitvate se: "Iskam li tova neshcho ot tsialoto si s'rtse? Bikh li mog'l da prezhiveia tozi den bez nego?" I ako usetite, che bez nego do zalez sl'ntse shche ste se povalili m'rtvi, grabvate sk'potsennoto neshcho i si go otnasiate s vas."
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вино-от-глухарчета
рей-бредбъри
ray-bradbury
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Ray Bradbury |
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Like a fall of timber he chopped himself to bed.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information.
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Ray Bradbury |
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We cannot tell the precise moment when a friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over.
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Ray Bradbury |
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You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally 'bright,' did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn't it this bright boy you selected for beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal.
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Ray Bradbury |
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many neat holes dug in the dawn hours, seeds dropped in, and water brought....And, the thing that he wanted was Mars grown green and tall with trees and foliage, producing air, more air, growing larger with each season; trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to c..
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Ray Bradbury |
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Simplicity itself. Skin, debone, demarrow, scarify, melt, render down and destroy. Every adjective that counted, every verb that moved, every metaphor that weighed more than a mosquito--out! Every simile that would have made sub-moron's mouth twitch--gone! Any aside that explained the two-bit philosophy of a first-rate writer--lost! Every story slenderized, starved, bluepenciled, leeched and bled white, resembled every other story. Twain re..
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coda
fahrenheit-451
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Ray Bradbury |
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Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know, is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know.
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Silence. Montag sat like a carved white stone. The echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away into the black cavern where Faber waited for the echoes to subside. And then when the startled dust had settled down about Montag's mind, Faber began, softly, "All right, he's had his say. You must take it in. I'll say my say, too, in the next hours. And you'll take it in. And you'll try to judge them and make your decisions as to whic..
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reading
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independent-thought
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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 ridiculous little animals wallowing in the fudge bowl, and God must love us all the more because we appeal to his humor.
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He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back. Without
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yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
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It wouldn't be right, the first night on Mars, to make a loud noise, to introduce a strange, silly bright thing like a stove. It would be a kind of imported blasphemy. There'd be time for that later; time to throw condensed-milk cans in the proud Martian canals; time for copies of the New York Times to blow and caper and rustle across the lone gray Martian sea bottoms; time for banana peels and picnic papers in the fluted, delicate ruins of..
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Sometimes writers write about a world that does not yet exist. We do it for a hundred reasons. (Because it's good to look forward, not back. Because we need to illuminate a path we hope or we fear humanity will take. Because the world of the future seems more enticing or more interesting than the world of today. Because we need to warn you. To encourage. To examine. To imagine.) The reasons for writing about the day after tomorrow, and all ..
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Not about mean old nasty Mars, I tell you, mister! It's your type that is going to boil for years, and suffer and break out in black pimples and be tortured----" "I must admit Earth isn't very nice. You've described it beautifully."
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On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless.
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The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills. For the first time in a dozen years the stars were coming out above him, in great processions of wheeling fire. He saw a great juggernaut of stars form in the sky and threaten to roll over and crush him... the river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper. The river was very real; it he..
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solitude
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peace
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The keys to the beetle are on the night table. I always like to drive fast when I feel that way. You get up to around ninety-five and you feel wonderful. Sometimes I drive all night and come back and you don't know it. It's fun out in the country. You hit rabbits, sometimes you hit dogs. Go take the beetle.
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She was beginning to shriek now, sitting there like a wax doll melting in its own heat.
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A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before.
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She knew a thing she should have known all along: that dead people are like wax memory-you take them in your mind, you shape and squeeze them, push a bump here, stretch one out there, pull the body tall, shape and reshape, handle, sculp and finish a man-memory until he's all out of kilter.
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death
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They are so confident that they will run on for ever. But they won't run on. They don't now that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that someday it'll have to it. They see only the blaze, the pretty fire, as you saw it.
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Ray Bradbury's definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.) --Neil
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No, you mustn't! If there were no war, if there was peace in the world, I'd say fine, have fun! But, Montag, you mustn't go back to being just a fireman. All isn't well with the world.
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And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.
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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.
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He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question.
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Ray Bradbury |
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He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!
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tattoos
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It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.
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Ray Bradbury |