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I don't know anything anymore
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I know, i know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the times I was fort my blunt instrument has been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hid your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.
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ray-bradbury
science-fiction
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I feel alive for the first time in years. I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you. I suppose I'll have to do even more violent things, exposing myself so I won't fall down on the job and turn scared again
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Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a whole world, and that no matter what part of the world or what people or thing I wanted to see and read, you'd find and give it to me.
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libraries
learning
librarians
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His flesh took paleness from his bones.
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That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more."
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lonliness
lost-love
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Ray Bradbury |
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passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.
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Ray Bradbury |
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All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. We'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time..." -Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles"
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He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.
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words
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Ray Bradbury |
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He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.
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Ray Bradbury |
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With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual,' of course, became the swear word it deserved to be. 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 le..
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mind
equality
free
books
imagination
education
happiness
intelligence
conform
breach
burning
examiners
fliers
grabbers
imaginative-creators
jumpers
knowers
moutains
racers
runners
snatchers
swimmers
tinkerers
bright
intellectual
critics
target
image
dread
judgment
unfamiliar
judge
constitution
rights
cowardice
bullying
weapons
different
creativity
torture
school
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Those women like to see their tongues dance.
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Ray Bradbury |
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For being good is a fearful occupation; men strain at it & sometimes break in two. I've known a few. You work twice as hard to be a farmer as to be his hog.
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Hold the dark holiday in your palms, Bite it, swallow it and survive, Come out the far black tunnel of el Dia de Muerte And be glad, ah so glad you are... alive! Calavera...Calavera...
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Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.
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Ray Bradbury |
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In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.
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Ray Bradbury |
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In the silence, our stage whisper might carry.
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Ray Bradbury |
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If she fell, if she broke, you'd find a million fragments in the morning. Bright crystal and clear wine on the parquet flooring, that's all you'd see at dawn.
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Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.
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writing-craft
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Ray Bradbury |
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Perhaps I'm not their dead one back, but I'm something almost better to them; an ideal shaped by their minds.
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Ray Bradbury |
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So few want to be rebels anymore.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Too much of anything isn't good for anyone.
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Ray Bradbury |
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If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve.
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sieve
sand
read
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How're your children, Mrs. Phelps?' he asked. 'You know I haven't any! No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children!' said Mrs. Phelps, not quite sure why she was angry with this man. 'I wouldn't say that,' said Mrs. Bowles. 'I've had TWO children by Caesarian section. No use going through all that agony for a baby. The world must reproduce, you know, the race must go on. Besides, they sometimes look just like you, and..
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She didn't watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Don't they get afraid, then?" "They have a religion for that."
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religion
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Ray Bradbury |
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It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books."
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Ray Bradbury |
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You always dread the unfamiliar...We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Happiness is important. Fun is everything. And yet I kept sitting there saying to myself, I'm not happy, I'm not happy.
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Ray Bradbury |
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To be asleep is to be dead. It is like death. So we dance, we dance so as not to be dead. We do not want that.
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Ray Bradbury |
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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear...
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dark
jim
will
halloween
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Montag, falling flat, going down, saw or felt, or imagined he saw or felt the walls go dark in Millie's face, heard her screaming, because in the millionth part of time left, she saw her own face reflected there, in a mirror instead of a crystal ball, and it was such a wildly empty face, all by itself in the room, touching nothing, starved and eating of itself, that at last she recognized it was her own...
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montag
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Don't listen," whispered Faber. "He's trying to confuse. He's slippery. Watch out."
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Ray Bradbury |
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One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more...
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temptation
supernatural
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Ray Bradbury |
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No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it."
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nature
inspirational
nights-outdoors
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Ray Bradbury |
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Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passin..
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darkness
montag
sun
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Ray Bradbury |
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I take this continent with me into the grave.
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poetry
humor
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Ray Bradbury |
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if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore
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Ray Bradbury |
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And the sea moved her back down the shore.
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Ray Bradbury |
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That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . .
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Ray Bradbury |
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Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.
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science-vs-religion
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Ray Bradbury |
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6da1912
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Why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel?
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Ray Bradbury |
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Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you're twenty.
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Ray Bradbury |