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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c6e3490 | Oh, it started very small. In 1959 and '60 it was a grain of sand. They began by controlling books of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, political bias, religious prejudice, union pressures; there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows o.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5877718 | Nadie tiene ya tiempo para nadie. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 47e50f5 | I don't talk things, sir," said Faber. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive." -- | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1ee75ed | It shows too much. Women are meant to be inhaled, not impaled. | sex | Ray Bradbury | |
| a0a0ae6 | And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. | literature | Ray Bradbury | |
| 220a9a3 | One time, as a child in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed, hoping that the power might not come on again too soon... | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2a21353 | Lived in Chicago, survived in New York, brooded in Detroit, floundered in lots of places, arrived here late, after living in libraries around the country all those years because I liked being alone, liked matching up in books what I'd seen on the roads. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c40f7a1 | So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. | fear hate life | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6bdc98e | It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a sol.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d503bb8 | For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. | certainty delusion immortality life mortality | Ray Bradbury | |
| 188c496 | Those who don't build must burn | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1ff1ff2 | Warm summer twilight here in upper Illinois country in this little town deep far away from everything, kept to itself by a river and a forest and a meadow and a lake. The sidewalks still scorched. The stores closing and the streets shadowed. And there were two moons; the clock moon with four ' faces in four night directions above the solemn black courthouse, and the real moon rising in vanilla whiteness from the dark east. | evening twilight | Ray Bradbury | |
| f80727f | And now the great loose brain was disintegrating. The components of the brain which had worked so beautifully and efficiently in the skull case of the rocket ship firing through space were dying one by one; the meaning of their life together was falling apart. And as a body dies when the brain ceases functioning, so the spirit of the ship and their long time together and what they meant to one another was dying. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| eeac084 | For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e9e3ba2 | I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur! That's a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 65ce3dd | Here's how my theory goes. We writers are up to the following: We build tensions toward laughter, then give permission, and laughter comes. We build tensions toward sorrow, and at last say cry, and hope to see our audience in tears. We build tensions toward violence, light the fuse, and run. We build the strange tensions of love, where so many of the other tensions mix to be modified and transcended, and allow that fruition in the mind of t.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e92ed31 | When I was a boy, Ray Bradbury picked stories from his books of short stories he thought younger readers might like and published them as R Is for Rocket and S Is for Space. Now I was doing the same sort of thing, and I asked Ray if he'd mind if I called this book M Is for Magic. (He didn't.) M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises... | ray-bradbury stories writing | Neil Gaiman | |
| b751e9b | Solntse gorit kazhdyi den'. Ono szhigaet Vremia. Vselennaia nesetsia po krugu i vertitsia vokrug svoei osi. Vremia szhigaet gody i liudei, szhigaet samo, bez pomoshchi Montega. A esli on, Monteg, vmeste s drugimi pozharnikami budet szhigat' to, chto sozdano liud'mi, a solntse budet szhigat' Vremia, to ne ostanetsia nichego. Vse sgorit. Kto-to dolzhen ostanovit'sia. Solntse ne ostanovitsia. Znachit, pokhozhe, chto ostanovit'sia dolzhen on, M.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b9ef87e | Don't ever be a Rocket Man." I stopped. "I mean it," he said. "Because when you're out there you want to be here, and when you're here you want to be out there. Don't start that." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| fb2f0d6 | Live as if you'd drop dead in 10 seconds! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b50b371 | But Clarisse's favorite subject wasn't herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I've really liked. She was the first person I can remember who looked straight at me as if I counted. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 87bc0a1 | This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5642e47 | No, we'll save what we can, we'll do what there is left to do. If we have to burn, Let's take a few more with us. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b660a64 | Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c472d17 | 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. | inspiration | Ray Bradbury | |
| 63ae9e9 | I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b39b3ff | Burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4b24df7 | When they reached her house all its lights were blazing. What's going on? Montag had rarely seen that many house lights. Oh, just my mother father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time--did I tell you?--for being a pedestrian. Oh, we're MOST peculiar. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| f76d71e | And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a4e1376 | Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls, because they are screaming at me. I can't talk to my wife, because she listens to the walls. | ugly-truths | Ray Bradbury | |
| b0eb239 | So long as the vast population doesn't wander about quoting the Magna Charta and the Constitution, it's all right. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 34ebc98 | The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They're Caesar's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, 'Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 150f080 | But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| bc98a54 | Since our tongues first moved in our mouths we've asked, What does it all mean? No other question made sense, with death breathing down our necks. But just let us settle in on ten thousand worlds spinning around ten thousand alien suns and the question will fade away. | the-golden-apples-of-the-sun | Ray Bradbury | |
| 8f8288a | How do you get so empty? He wondered. Who takes it out of you? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6ca8b42 | But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| befbed7 | Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.' | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d11920e | Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 96f5f01 | It's always someone else's husband dies, they say. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| edb0b24 | He liked to listen to the silence, he said, if silence could be listened to, for he went on, in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air, by God, the bee-fried air! Listen! the waterfall of birdsong being those trees! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| dfdb45b | My dear, when you are as old as I, they won't call you Jane, either. Old age is dreadfully formal. It's always 'Mrs. ' Young People don't like to call you 'Helen. ' It seems much too flip. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| f7c8c7d | The crickets were listening. The night was listening to her. For a change, all of the far summer-night meadows and close summer-night trees were suspending motion; leaf, shrub, star, and meadow grass ceased their particular tremors and were listening to Lavinia Nebbs's heart. And perhaps a thousand miles away, across locomotive-lonely country, in an empty way station, a single traveler reading a dim newspaper under a solitary naked bulb, mi.. | heartbeat | Ray Bradbury | |
| 0e95979 | How must it have felt, Pikes, the night they seized your films, like entrails yanked from the camera, out of your guts, clutching them in coils and wads to stuff them up a stove to burn away! Did it feel as bad as having some fifty thousand books annihilated with no recompense? Yes. Yes. Stendahl felt his hands grow cold with the senseless anger. | books censorship destruction | Ray Bradbury | |
| 47996f1 | I started traveling. My luggage was snowed under blizzards of travel stickers. I have been alone in Paris, alone in Vienna, alone in London, and all in all, it is very much like being alone in Green Town, Illinois. It is, in essence, being alone. Oh, you have plenty of time to think, improve your manners, sharpen your conversations. But I sometimes think I could easily trade a verb tense or a curtsy for some company that would stay over for.. | Ray Bradbury |