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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 171d740 | The entire history of mankind is problem solving, or science fiction swallowing ideas, digesting them, and excreting formulas for survival. You can't have one without the other. No fantasy, no reality. No studies concerning loss, no gain. No imagination, no will. No impossible dreams: No possible solutions. | fiction imagination science science-fiction | Ray Bradbury | |
| 3b79891 | It's not what a man does, it's what a man is that counts! | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| 3961894 | every man is an island and at the same time also robinson crusoe. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| d757db2 | The rocket stood in the cold winter morning, making summer with every breath of its mighty exhausts. The rocket made climates, and summer lay for a brief moment upon the land. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 21a4992 | Cleverness is a false presumption', Doc had explained, 'it is like being a natural skater, you are so busy doing tricks to impress that you do not see where the thin ice is and before you know, poof! You are in deep, ice-cold water frozen like a dead herring. Intelligence is a harder gift, for this you must work, you must practise it, challenge it and maybe towards the end of your life you will master it. Cleverness is the shadow whereas in.. | talent | Bryce Courtenay | |
| 5583a28 | When a man knows somebody cares he keeps some small place, a corner maybe of his soul clean and lit. | love | Bryce Courtenay | |
| 13fb6e4 | Innocents, the meat in a ghastly sandwich between an uncaring society and a vengeful state. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| de4cfac | Everything in the past is memory and everything in the future is imagination. Those're both illusions - memories are unreliable and we just speculate about the future. The only thing that's completely real is this one instant of the present - and that's constantly changing from imagination to memory. So, see? Most of our life's illusory. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| f639d63 | Criminalistics doesn't exist in a vacuum. The more you know about your environment, the better you can apply- (This quote was never completed in the book because Rhyme stopped abruptly at the end of it. I really wish he had finished his thought.) | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| fa61d33 | I liked old time music but what i meant by that was the period from the 1930s through the 60s, nothing before and little after. Performers like fats waller, Sinatra, billie holiday, louis armstrong, rosemary clooney, ella, sammy Davis Jr, dean martin... If the lyrics weren't stupid. Words were important. | music words | Jeffery Deaver | |
| b753bb1 | I'm not your proverbial worst nightmare because nightmares aren't real and I am more real than anybody wants to admit. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 65fb8e8 | Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. | knowledge melancholy | Ray Bradbury | |
| d1e01a6 | Colored people don't like | death fire | Ray Bradbury | |
| 09530f2 | The form does not matter. Content is everything. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8287366 | Time is so strange, and life is twice as strange. The cogs miss, the wheels turn, and lives interlace too early or too late. I lived too long, that much is certain. And you were born either too early or too late. It was a terrible bit of timing. But perhaps I am being punished for being a silly girl. Anyway, the next spin around, wheels might function right again. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 82bb185 | I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. | outcast outsider social-phobia | Ray Bradbury | |
| 32bf5e8 | Sometimes I am stunned at my capacity as a nine-year-old, to understand my entrapment and escape it... Where did I find the courage to rebel, to change my life, live alone? I don't want to over-estimate all this, but damn it, I love that nine-year-old, whoever in hell he was. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| aed4962 | The library was like a stone quarry where no rain had fallen in ten thousand years. Way off in that direction: silence. Way off in that direction: hush. It was the time between things finished and things begun. Nobody died here. Nobody was born. The library, and all its books, just were. We | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 171ec8a | I am thinking of a sky filled with spaceships, so many of them that they seem like a plague of locusts, silver against the luminous mauve of the night. | the-man-who-forgot-ray-bradbury | Neil Gaiman | |
| 182e490 | One day you discover you are alive. Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight! You laugh, you dance around, you shout. But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an August noon. | death life summer | Ray Bradbury | |
| d5e7742 | Where do we go from here? Would books help us?" "Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said: quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 66b1b20 | There are many elder sons and elder daughters who are lost while still at home. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| e3b2f25 | He walked toward the corner, thinking little at all about nothing in particular. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 12fb81e | If you hid your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 57a172a | Salta, y deja que te crezcan alas en el camino hacia abajo. Ray Bradbury | Kerstin Gier | ||
| 24a64f5 | The third planet is incapable of supporting life," stated the husband patiently. "Our scientists have said there's far too much oxygen in their atmosphere." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8e81496 | 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? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5e1a215 | For your file...in case you decide to be angry with me. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c318383 | Millie? Does the White Clown love you? | television | Ray Bradbury | |
| 642a13f | What is Love? perhaps we may find that love is the ability of someone to give us back to us. Maybe love is someone seeing and remembering, handing us back to ourselves just a trifle better than we had dared to hope or dream... | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 3d280db | The things you are looking for, Montag, are in the world but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6dcbfc6 | Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| bf01005 | Don't tell me what I'm doing, I don't want to know. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 80cd5ab | The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality. | inspirational | Ray Bradbury | |
| 8fdc7db | And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly g.. | ocean-of-sound sleeplessness sound | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6a58465 | And the men with the cigarettes in their straight-lined mouths, the men with the eyes of puff adders, took up their load of machine and tube, their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff, and strolled out the door. | solemnity | Ray Bradbury | |
| 66ef3f3 | It doesn't think anything we don't want it to think.' 'That's sad,' said Montag, quietly, 'because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know. | killing murder | Ray Bradbury | |
| a37fc0d | What a dreadful surprise. For everyone knows, is absolutely certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are. But lets not talk about em eh? By the time the consequences catch up to you its too late isn't it? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| adbb30f | Better to keep it in the old heads, where no one can see it or suspect it. We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law. Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli, or Christ, it's here. And the hour's late. And the war's begun. And we are out here, and the city is there, all wrapped up in its own coat of a thousand colors... All we want to do is keep the knowledge we think we will need intact and safe. We're not out to inc.. | knowledge literature memory prophets | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6f1d19f | Science ran too far ahead of us too quickly, and the people got lost in a mechanical wilderness, like children making over pretty things, gadgets, helicopters, rockets; emphasizing the wrong items, emphasizing machines instead of how to run the machines. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 289c331 | What could he say that might make sense to them? Could he say love was, above all, common cause, shared experience? That was the vital cement, wasn't it? Could he say how he felt about their all being here tonight on this wild world running around a big sun which fell through a bigger space falling through yet vaster immensities of space, maybe toward and maybe away from Something? Could he say: we share this billion-mile-an-hour rid. We ha.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 505b333 | He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| eacb485 | I don't know anything any more," he said, and let a sleep lozenge dissolve on his tongue" | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 60a6173 | It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered death rather than submit to break eggs at the smaller end. | Ray Bradbury |