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I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahi tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.
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guy-montag
ray-bradbury
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Ray Bradbury |
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Let's talk politics, to please Guy!" "Sounds fine," said Mrs. Bowles. "I voted last election, same as everyone, and I laid it on the line for President Noble. I think he's one of the nicest-looking men who ever became president." "Oh, but the man they ran against him!" "He wasn't much, was he? Kind of small and homely and he didn't shave too close or comb his hair very well." "What possessed the 'Outs' to run him? You just don't go running ..
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voters
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hold onto one thought: You're not important. You're not anything. Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us. We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And whe..
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Ray Bradbury |
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The books are to remind us what asses and fool we are. They're Caeser's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, "Remember, Caeser, thou art mortal."
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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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What are we?" he asked. "Why, we are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts. Creation turns in its abyss. We have bothered it, dreaming ourselves to shapes. The void is filled with slumbers; ten billion on a billion on a billion bombardments of light and mate..
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Ray Bradbury |
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We all just gave up on that and stayed friends. My prosto perestali ob etom govorit' i ostalis' druz'iami.
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Ray Bradbury |
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We need to make progress. Otherwise we're waiting for news in a world where there is no longer any news.
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future
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I took the candy wrappers shamefacedly, and felt the extra ten pounds sag around my middle as I held these flags of defeat. Ia stydlivo vzial konfetnye obertki -- eti svidetel'stva moego porazheniia, -- chuvstvuia, kak eshche desiat' lishnikh funtov narastaiut u menia na bokakh.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Business or profession?' 'I guess you'd call me a writer.' No profession,' said the police car, as if talking to itself. The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen, needle thrust through chest.
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writers
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Look for bees," said Father. "Bees hang around grapes like boys around kitchens, Doug?"
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It's strange, I don't miss her, it's strange I don't feel much of anything," said Montag. "Even if she dies, I realized a moment ago, I don't think I'll feel sad. It isn't right. Something must be wrong with me." "Listen," said Granger, taking his arm, and walking with him, holding aside the bushes to let him pass. "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 wor..
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Ray Bradbury |
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but the full moon soothes all sick animal, be they human or plan field beast. there is a serenity of color, a quietude of touch, a sweet sculpturing of mind and body in full moonlight.
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Ray Bradbury |
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A la gente de color no le gusta El negrito Sambo? Quemalo. ?Los blancos se sienten incomodos con La cabana del tio Tom? Quemalo. ?Alguien escribio una obra acerca del tabaco y el cancer pulmonar? ?Los fumadores estan afligidos? Quema la obra. Serenidad, Montag. Paz, Montag. Fuera los conflictos. Mejor
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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.
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sweet
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Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity.
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Ray Bradbury |
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fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.
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dh '`Twk wrq msTr bl`rD, ktb blTwl !
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So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? Me?
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Ray Bradbury |
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About this grass now. I didn't finish telling. It grows so close it's guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions-" "Great God in heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees crossing our lot! You're out of your mind, son"
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He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. Perhaps his nose detected a faint perfume, perhaps the skin on the backs of his hands, on his face, felt the temperature rise at this one spot where a person's standing might raise the immediate atmosp..
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A kakvo vi razt'rsi? Kakvo iztr'gna fakela ot r'tsete vi? - Ne znaia. Imame vsichko neobkhodimo, za da b'dem shchastlivi, no ne sme shchastlivi. Neshcho lipsva.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Triabva mi chad'r, za da se pazia ot d'zhda. Uzhasno me e strakh, che shche se udavia, ako toi otnovo vzeme da me obliva s potok ot dumi.
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yqwlwn `ny nny Gyr jtm`y@. b'nny l 'twfq m` 'Hd. shy Gryb. 'n fy lHqyq@ jtm`y@ jd. l'mr y`tmd `l~ lmqSwd bklm@ jtm`y. fljtm`y blnsb@ ly : hw 'n ttHdth m` lns fy mwDw`t khdhh
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Se dan cuenta, ahora, de por que los libros son odiados y temidos? Muestran los poros del rostro de la vida. La gente comodona solo desea caras de luna llena, sin poros, sin pelo, inexpresivas. Vivimos en una epoca en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiercol.
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Leaning into the wall as if all of the hunger of looking would find the secret of her sleepless unease there.
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Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shadows. What's it like up there? I thought. Are fires lit? Is it warm as breath? Who are all those people? Are they drinking? Are they happy? Do they even know I'm HERE?
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But that is the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.
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Ah, no, ah, no. There, senor, you would be wrong. Knowing that after the first year the rent is liable not to be paid, we bury the poorest two feet down. It is less work, you understand? of course, we must judge by the family who owns a body.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Intuited novels are far more 'true' than all your scribbled data-fact reportage in the history of the world!
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Once upon a time there were two cities within a city. One was light and one was dark. One moved restlessly all day while the other never stirred. One was warm and filled with ever-changing lights. One was cold and fixed in place by stones. And when the sun went down each afternoon on Maximus Films, the city of the living, it began to resemble Green Glade cemetery just across the way, which was the city of the dead.
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Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer's trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythic beasts to stir them, whispering, in the ten-billion-year slumbers.
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I wish I had known him, but he was just another shadow outside my screen door and I already had a sufficiency of shadows in.
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Ray Bradbury |
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this and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears, he is a protector.
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Ray Bradbury |
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we're the start of an amazing, dumbfounding history of survival that will only get better as the centuries pass.
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Ray Bradbury |
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first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper.
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The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime." Granger"
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Ray Bradbury |
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If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.
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Ray Bradbury |
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No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk.
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Ray Bradbury |
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So the rest of the summer you could see the two little girls and Tom like wrens on a wire, on Mrs. Bentley's front porch, waiting. And when the silvery chimes of the icicle man were heard, the front door opened, Mrs. Bentley floated out with her hand deep down the gullet of her silver-mouthed purse, and for half an hour you could see them there on the porch, the children and the old lady putting coldness into warmness, eating chocolate icic..
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Ray Bradbury |
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We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law.
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inspirational
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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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