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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 268cbb5 | In most cases I don't even know the metaphors lay waiting to be printed off my retina. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2655f13 | We theorize about what goes on in the brain, but it is mostly undiscovered country. A writer's work is to coax the stuff out and see how it plays. Surprise, as I have often said, is everything. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2ee74b2 | 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. --Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 60e2ddc | Father Peregrine, won't you ever be serious?" "Not until the good Lord is. Oh, don't look so terribly shocked, please. The Lord is not serious. In fact, it is a little hard to know just what else He is except loving. And love has to do with humor, doesn't it? For you cannot love someone unless you put up with him, can you? And you cannot put up with someone constantly unless you can laugh at him. Isn't that true? And certainly we are ridicu.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b651551 | All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a large pink, trained ulcer, a blood pressure of algebraic dimensions, a myopia this side of blindness, and nightmares as deep as oceans and infested with improbable lengths of dream intestines through which he must violently force his way each nigh.. | civizilization modernity stress | Ray Bradbury | |
| 7a688ef | He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e112d33 | Quisiera recordar - dijo Ylla rompiendo el silencio y mirando a lo lejos, mas alla de la figura de su marido, frio, erguido, de mirada amarilla. - ?Que quisieras recordar? - pregunto el senor K bebiendo un poco de vino. - Aquella cancion - respondio Ylla -, aquella dulce y hermosa cancion. Cerro los ojos y tarareo algo, pero no la cancion. - La he olvidado y no se por que. No quisiera olvidarla. Quisiera recordarla siempre. Movio las man.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d7651fa | There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c526033 | Oh, death in space was most humorous. | the-illustrated-man universe | Ray Bradbury | |
| 20884cb | The hot blue-glass eyes of the mannequins watched as the ladies drifted down the empty river bottom street, their images shimmering in the windows like blossoms seen under darkly moving waters. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e73e8b6 | You're out there, Lespere. It's all over. It's just as if it had never happened, isn't it?" "No." "When anything's over, it's just like it never happened. Where's your life any better than mine, now? Now is what counts. Is it any better? Is it?" "Yes, it's better!" "How?" "Because I got my thoughts, I remember!" cried Lespere, far away, indignant, holding his memories to his chest with both hands. And he was right. With a feeling of cold wa.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6c52482 | But most of all," she said, "I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going. Sometimes I even go to the Fun Parks and ride in the jet cars when they race on the edge of town at midnight and the police don't care as long as they're insured. As long as everyone has ten thousand insurance everyone's happy. Sometim.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| fa66d5e | There are three phrases that make possible the world of writing about the world of not-yet (you can call it science fiction or speculative fiction; you can call it anything you wish) and they are simple phrases: What if . . . ? If only . . . If this goes on . . . "What if . . . ?" gives us change, a departure from our lives. (What if aliens landed tomorrow and gave us everything we wanted, but at a price?) "If only . . ." lets us explore th.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4e61baf | Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books levelled down to a sort of paste pudding norm, | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 78485d6 | Whenever I am very happy or very sad or very embarrassed, I cram my mouth with sweets and litter the breezeway with discards. Kogda ia ochen' schastliv, ili ochen' ogorchen, ili smushchen, ia vsegda nabivaiu rot sladostiami i brosaiu obertki gde popalo. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 13dd3b7 | Will power is the answer. Will power. No white bread, no Nestle's Crunch bars... I flinched and felt the last of the bars melting in my pockets. Na vse voprosy otvet odin -- sila voli! Iskliuchitel'no sila voli. Nikakikh bulok, nikakikh shokoladnykh plitok... Ia morgnul i pochuvstvoval, kak posledniaia iz shokoladok taet u menia v karmane. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 01046c3 | And the men of Mars realized that in order to survive they would have to forgo asking that one question any longer: Why live? Life was its own answer. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7eeba87 | Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything,' Ray said once, in an interview. He gave people so many reasons to love him. We did. And, so far, we have not forgotten. | the-man-who-forgot-ray-bradbury | Neil Gaiman | |
| 65091f4 | She was too wonderful a character to be allowed to die and I realize now that I should have allowed her to appear at the end of my book. [Ray writes about the character Clarisse] | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 0dcc254 | Vio que la luna se hundia en el firmamento. La luna alli, y su resplandor, ?producido por que? Por el sol, claro. ?Y que iluminaba al sol? Su propio fuego. Y el sol sigue, dia tras dia, quemando y quemando. El sol y el tiempo. El sol el tiempo y las llamas. Llamas. El rio le balanceaba suavemente. Llamas. El sol y todos los relojes del mundo. Todo se reunia y se convertia en una misma cosa en su mente. [...] El sol ardia a diario. Quemaba e.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4c2c81a | Si os dan papel pautado, escribid por el otro lado. JUAN RAMON JIMENEZ | Ray Bradbury | ||
| ce301b6 | Inside each man, though he did not know it, nor ever considered it, was the image of the woman he someday must love. Whether she was composed of all the music he had ever heard or all the trees he had ever seen or all the friends of his childhood, certainly no one could tell. Whether the eyes were his mother's, and the chin that of a girl cousin swimming in a summer lake twenty-five years ago, this was unknowable also. But most men carried .. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a9f9ece | The people there were gods and midgets and knew themselves mortal and so the midgets walked tall so as not to embarrass the gods and the gods crouched so as to make the small ones feel at home. | philosophical | Ray Bradbury | |
| 8d29898 | As Samuel Spaulding, Esquire, once said, 'Dig in the earth, delve in the soul.' Spin those mower blades, Bill, and walk in the spray of the Fountain of Youth. End of lecture. Besides, a mess of dandelion greens is good eating once in a while. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c684605 | Hesitantly, Grandfather, Douglas, and Tom peered through the large windowpane. And there, in the small warm pools of lamplight, you could see what Leo Auffmann wanted you to see. There sat Saul and Marshall, playing chess at the coffee table. In the dining room Rebecca was laying out the silver. Naomi was cutting paper-doll dresses. Ruth was painting water colors. Joseph was running his electric train. Through the kitchen door, Lena Auffman.. | the-happiness-machine | Ray Bradbury | |
| 4d482bc | She lay awake for many hours into the night, among her trunks and trinkets. She glanced over at the neat stacks of materials and toys and opera plumes and said, aloud, "Does it really belong to me?" Or was it the elaborate trick of an old lady convincing herself that she had a past? After all, once a time was over, it was done. You were always in the present. She may have been a girl once, but was not now. Her childhood was gone and nothin.. | the-past the-present-moment | Ray Bradbury | |
| 1fbf88a | And for a moment, Vinia thought that she and Jim might be caught by a sudden drop of great masses of honey from above, sealing them into this tree forever, enchanted, in amber, to be seen by anyone in the next thousand years who strolled by, while the weather of all ages rained and thundered and turned green outside the tree. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 27d0b72 | You could see her thoughts swimming around in her eyes, like fish - some bright, some dark, some fast, quick, some slow and easy, and sometimes, like when she looked up where Earth was, being nothing but colour and nothing else. | ray-bradbury thoughts | Ray Bradbury | |
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| efcc8ae | fdh 'rdt 'n ykwn ljmy` rDyn `l~ lS`yd lsys~ fltd` 'y mnhm ykhtr byn jbtyn lsw'l qdm lhm jb@ wHd@ bl l'fDl 'l tqdm lhm lsw'l 'Sl | Ray Bradbury | ||
| bac9218 | 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. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the Government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iow.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d7766e0 | Where are my two precious human books so I may turn their pages, aye? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b69c3a3 | There it sat, perfect as a fresh-laid egg on the dead sea bottom, the only nucleus of light and warmth in hundreds of miles of lonely wasteland. It was like a heart beating alone in a great dark body. He felt almost sorrowful with pride, gazing at it with wet eyes. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 50a26cc | Take it where you can find it, in old photograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 24d5058 | Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b17914b | O, kakvo nezabravimo blazhenstvo -- da lezhish v takava noshch sred ukhanieto na paprat i trevi, v noshchta na shepneshchite s'nlivi glasove, koito pravekha tozi mrak oshche po-s'nliv. V'zrastnite biakha zabravili, che toi e tam, t'i tikho, t'i bezm'lvno se be sgushil D'glas, zaslushan v planovete, koito te glasiakha za negovite i za svoite b'dnini. Glasovete otekvakha i se nosekha zaedno s lunnite oblacheta tsigaren dim, ednodnevkite, podo.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 65b1f85 | No, no, it's not in books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. 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.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 3b72cf4 | Maggie Botwin. Prim, quiet lady, like an upright piano, seeming taller than she was because of the way she sat, rose and walked, and the way she held her hands in her lap and the way she coifed her hair up on top of her head, in some fashion out of World War I. I had once heard her on a radio show describe herself as a snake charmer. All that film whistling through her hands, sliding through her fingers, undulant and swift. All that time pa.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9561b88 | Es war eine kleine Stadt an einem kleinen Fluss und einem kleinen See in einem kleinen Teil eines Staates im mittleren Westen. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 040f84d | Each of the men I have listed seized a bit of the quicksilver of life, froze it for all time and turned, in the blaze of their creativity, to point at it and cry, "Isn't this good!" And it was good." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4518d9b | If Only We Had Taller Been The fence we walked between the years Did bounce us serene. It was a place half in the sky where In the green of leaf and promising of peach We'd reach our hands to touch and almost touch the sky, If we could reach and touch, we said, 'Twould teach us, not to ,never to, be dead. We ached and almost touched that stuff; Our reach was never quite enough. If only we had taller been, And touched God's cuff, His hem, W.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 94f8b99 | Nearby, an old man was similarly engaged in finding the pattern of his life in the depths of his glass. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6750f23 | And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the back yard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individua.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 840dad8 | When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen. | Ray Bradbury |