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Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out of our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right. We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be..
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travel
strength
life
inspirational
experience
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Ray Bradbury |
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no man's a hero to himself.
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Ray Bradbury |
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a281c0b
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It's not so much bad or good as strange and outre, Finn, and words like rococo, I should guess, and baroque if you go with my drift?
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Ray Bradbury |
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The bigger your market, Montag, the less you handle controversy, remember that! All
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Ray Bradbury |
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Now this greatest tent staled out hot raw breaths of earth, confetti that was ancient when the canals of Venice were not yet staked, and wafts of pink cotton candy like tired feather boas. In rushing downfalls, the tent shed skin; grieved, soughed as flesh fell away until at last the tall museum timbers at the spine of the discarded monster dropped with three canon roars.
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death
carnival
imagery
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When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve a..
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Ray Bradbury |
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c714f4c
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You don't ask a dream if it is real, or you wake up.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Sapete che i libri hanno un po'l'odore della noce moscata o di certe spezie d'origine esotica? Amavo annusarli, da ragazzo. Signore, quanti bei libri c'erano al mondo un tempo, prima che noi vi rinunciassimo!
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Ray Bradbury |
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Nikto nikogda nichego ne vyigryvaet. V voine voobshche ne vyigryvaiut, Charli. Vse tol'ko i delaiut, chto proigryvaiut, i kto proigraet poslednim, prosit mira. Ia pomniu lish' vechnye proigryshi, porazhenie i gorech', a khorosho bylo tol'ko odno -- kogda vse konchilos'. Vot konets -- eto, mozhno skazat', vyigrysh, Charl'z, no tut uzh pushki ni pri chem.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Riempiti gli occhi di meraviglie, vivi come se dovessi cadere morto fra dieci secondi! Guarda il mondo: e piu fantastico di qualunque sogno studiato e prodotto dalle piu grandi fabbriche.
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Ray Bradbury |
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8c7d616
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People come to films drowned in reality, leaving behind heart failures, cancer, failed marriages, bad jobs, mean bosses, and future sickness. What they need is not happy endings, but proper endings.
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Ray Bradbury |
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fb1e848
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Because the Muse persists.
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Ray Bradbury |
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But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.
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stone. I hate being clever, thought the captain, when you don't really feel clever and don't want to be clever. To sneak around and make plans and feel big about making them. I hate this feeling of thinking I'm doing right when I'm not really certain I am. Who are we, anyway? The majority? Is that the answer? The majority is always holy, is it not? Always, always; just never wrong for one little insignificant tiny moment, is it? Never ever ..
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Ray Bradbury |
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cbb49b6
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Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!
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martians
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Ray Bradbury |
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f806d9a
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Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.
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Ray Bradbury |
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In sum, do not insult me with the beheadings, finger-choppings, or the lung-deflations you plan for my works. I need my head to shake or nod, my hand to wave or make into a fist, my lungs to shout or whisper with. I will not go gently onto a shelf, degutted, to become a non-book.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow.
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Ray Bradbury |
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I karlik, vzobravshis' na plechi velikana, vidit dal'she ego.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Redko smotriu televizionnye peredachi, i ne byvaiu na avtomobil'nykh gonkakh, i ne khozhu v parki razvlechenii. Vot u menia i ostaiotsia vremia dlia vsiakikh sumasbrodnykh myslei.
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Ray Bradbury |
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No matter how hard you try to be what you once were you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you're nine, you think you've always been nine years old and will always be. When you're thirty, it seems you've always been balanced there on that bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You're in the present, you're trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no ..
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He ran on the white tiles up through the tunnels, ignoring the escalators, because he wanted to feel his feet move, arms swing, lungs clench, unclench, feel his throat go raw with air.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hem-lock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.
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Niakoi khora univat tv'rde mladi -- kaza toi. -- Prichina kato che li niama, prosto, izglezhda, takiva se razhdat. Uiazviavat se po-lesno, umoriavat se po-b'rzo, razplakvat se ot malko, m'chno zabraviat i, kakto veche kazakh, opechaliavat se na po-ranna v'zrast, otkolkoto vsichki ostanali na tozi sviat. Znaia go, zashchoto az s'm edin ot tiakh.
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She went away, and the fireflies, on their electric circuits, fluttered after her like an errant constellation, showing her how to walk in darkness. I heard her say, faintly, "We've got to try, anyway."
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Ray Bradbury |
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Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Savas kazanilan bir sey degildir Charlie. Sadece her zaman kaybedersin ve en son kaybeden sartlari ortaya koyar. Hatirladigim her sey bir suru kaybedis, uzuntu ve bittiginde hicbir iyi seyin olmadigi. Bittigi zaman Charles, artik silahlarla isiniz kalmadigindan, bu bile kendi basina bir kazanis. ...
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savaş
zafer
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The man just opened his mouth, which meant that all kinds of secret doors in his body gave way. He did not sing so much as let his soul free.
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Ray Bradbury |
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And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, . . .
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Ray Bradbury |
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Whirl man's mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers, exploiters, broadcasters that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary, time-wasting thought!
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Ray Bradbury |
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Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating. Have you given up this primary business as obsolete in your own writing? What fun you are missing, then. The fun of anger and disillusion, the fun of loving and being loved, of moving and being moved by this masked ball which dances us from cradle to churchyard. Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain. But on the way, in your work, why not carry tho..
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His teeth began to chatter. God All-Mighty! he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a--SKELETON--inside me! How is it we take ourselves for granted? How is it we never question our bodies and our being? A skeleton. One of those jointed, snowy, hard things, one of those foul, dry, brittle, gouge-eyed, skull-faced, shake-fingered, rattling things that sway from neck-chains in abandoned webb..
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Ray Bradbury |
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Do you remember what happened to Mexico when Cortez and his very fine good friends arrived from Spain? A whole civilization destroyed by greedy, righteous bigots. History will never forgive Cortez.
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Ray Bradbury |
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It learned you can't love anything too much in this world.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Ama biz arkadasiz, dedi Douglas caresizce. Her zaman oyle kalacagiz, dedi John.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The children guessed, if they did not whisper it, that all science fiction is an attempt to solve problems by pretending to look the other way. In
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Ray Bradbury |
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Belki bin yil icinde atlamak icin daha kucuk ucurumlar seceriz.
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Cerrando los ojos, volviendo la cabeza, escuchando. Oh que viento solitario. Mexico es un pais raro. Todo selvas y desiertos y extensiones solitarias y aqui y alli un pueblo pequeno como este, con unaa pocas luces encendidas que puedes apagar con un castaneo de los dedos.
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méxico
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Everyone thinks that. It's one of those little secrets we keep from each other. Show me a serious man and I'll show you a man who has never wept. Show me a madman and I'll show you a man who dried his tears a long time ago. Go ahead." "I"
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Ray Bradbury |
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Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin.
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Ray Bradbury |
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I'm anti-social, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it?
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Ray Bradbury |
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Vzemi liatoto v r'ka, nalei si liato v chashata, v m'nichka chashka, razbira se, v nai-m'nichkata detska chashka; smeni sezona v svoiata kr'v, kato povdignesh chashata do ustnite i v tiakh izleesh liato.
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Ray Bradbury |
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custodians of our peace of mind, the focus of our understandable and rightful dread of being inferior; official censors, judges, and executors.
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Ray Bradbury |
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They walked over to the body, thinking that perhaps they could still save the man's life. They couldn't believe that there wasn't some way to help the man. It was the natural act of men who have not accepted death until they have touched it and turned it over and made plans to bury it or leave it there for the jungle to bury in an hour of quick growth.
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the-long-rain
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