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Is death being on a ship sailing and all your folks left back on the shore?
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What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?" Beatty blew out the flame and lit it again. "It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys resp..
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Enemies come, too, from opinions and thoughts. In five seconds you've made an enemy for life. Life's so short enemies must be made quickly.
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Not words in books or words you say, but real thoughts, real actions, quick thought, quick action, win the day.
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Lena?" He glanced at the dictionary. "Are you 'pleased, contented, joyful, delighted'? Do you feel 'Lucky, fortunate'? Are things 'clever and fitting,' 'successful and suitable' for you?" Lena stopped slicing vegetables and closed her eyes. "Read me the list again, please," she said. He shut the book. "What have I done, you got to stop and think an hour before you can tell me. All I ask is a simple yes or no! You're not contented, deligh..
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Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else. When you were two years old you were shooting people with toy guns.
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How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt? What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?
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Scopo dei libri e di ricordarci quanto siamo somari, dissennati.
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Fuego brillante Posfacio de Ray Bradbury, febrero de 1993
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Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over. I
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Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation
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Nikoli ne sumnivaisia u divi, iakshch vono trapit'sia
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The darkness within darkness was still.
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I claim no victory. But there was blood on my gloves when I hung them up. When was the last time you did a story like that, out of pure indignation?
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I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing.
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It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as your change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
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Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?' 'I'd much rather recognize the inhuman in the human.
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His eyes took on a different color. It was a subtle shift, a flex, like a man stepping out from the shade of a tree into sunlight on a cloudy day.
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There was a silence gathered all about that fire and the silence was in the men's faces, and time was there, time enough to sit by this rusting track under the trees, and look at the world and turn it over with the eyes, as if it were held to the center of the bonfire, a piece of steel these men were all shaping.
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That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want
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Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
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Mistakes can be profited by.
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breathing the finest pollen in the world, book dust, with which to develop literary allergies. Dunyanin en guzel poleni olan ve insanda edebi alerji yaratan kitap tozu (Turkish)
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Montag tried to see the men's faces, the old faces he remembered from the firelight, lined and tired. He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there. Perhaps he had expected their faces to burn and glitter with the knowledge they carried, to glow as lanterns glow, with the light in them. But all the light had come from the campfire, and these men had seemed no different than any others who..
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how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.
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Leave these people alone. They've got something good and decent, and you come and foul up the nest and sneer at it. Well, I've talked to them too. I've gone through the city and seen their faces, and they've got something you'll never have -- a little simple faith, and they'll move mountains with it. You, you're boiled because someone stole your act, got here ahead and made you unimportant.
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You're very tired, he said. You've traveled a long way and you belong to a tired people who've been without faith a long time, and you want to believe so much now that you're interfering with yourself. You'll only make it harder if you kill. You'll never find him that way.
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People forget if they don't keep testing things.
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hungry eyes,
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Remember that pianist who said that if he did not practice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.
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Thomas Wolfe ate the world and vomited lava. Dickens dined at a different table every hour of his life. Moliere, tasting society, turned to pick up his scalpel, as did Pope and Shaw. Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating.
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We carry our homes in our heads.
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Night after night for every year and every year, for no reason at all, the woman comes out and looks at the sky, her hands up, for a long moment, looking at the green burning of Earth, not knowing why she looks, and then she goes back and throws a stick on the fire, and the wind comes up and the dead sea goes on being dead.
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The accident had occurred at an intersection surrounded on one side by empty factories and a deserted schoolyard, and on the opposite side, by a graveyard. I had come running from the nearest house, a hundred yards away. Yet, within moments, it seemed, a crowd had gathered. Where had they all come from? Later on in time, I could only imagine that some came, in some strange fashion, out of the empty factories, or even more strangely, out of ..
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It is a wise writer who knows his own subconcious." And not only knows it but lets it speak of the world as it and it alone has sensed it and shaped it to its own truth." --
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I leave you gifts of Fate most secret; find no other's Fate, For if you do, no grave is deep enough for your despair No country far enough to hide your loss.
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Go Panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleep. Not smash and grab, but rather find and keep; Go panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleep To detonate the hidden seeds with stealth So in your wake a weltering dream of wealth Springs up unseen, ignored and left behind As you sneak on, pretending to be blind.
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So, lost, erased, you seek a lifetime's days for it And dig deep to find the sweet instructions there Put by when God first circuited and printed thee to life: "Go hence! do this! do that! do yet another thing! This self is yours! Be it!" And what is that?! you cry at hearthing breast, Is there no rest? No, only journeying to be yourself. And even as the Birthmark vanishes, in seashell ear Now fading to a sigh, His last words send you in t..
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I leave you gifts of Fate most secret; find no other's Fate, For if you do, no grave is deep enough for your despair No countryfar enough to hide your loss.
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I circumnavigate each cell in you Your merest molecule is right and true Look there for destinies indelible and fine And rare. Ten thousand futures share your blood each instant; Each drop of blood a cloned electric twin of you.
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I've heard the rumors about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years. Do you know why? I don't, that's sure! Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes!
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What we do is us. Because of you. For that we came.
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The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.
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I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.
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