Quotes from Ray Bradbury

He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question.

The women in my life have all been librarians, English teachers, or booksellers. If they couldn't speak pidgin Tolstoy, articulate Henry James, or give me directions to Usher and Ox, it was no go. I have always longed for education, and pillow talk's the best.

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.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you. If you try to approach a cat and pick it up, hell, it won't let you do it. You've got to say, Well, to hell with you. And the cat says, Wait a minute. He's not behaving the way most humans do. Then the cat follows you out of curiosity: Well, what's wrong with you that you don't love me?

Three in the morning, thought Charles Halloway, seated on the edge of his bed. Why did the train come at that hour? For, he thought, it's a special hour. Women never wake then, do they?

Faber sniffed the book. "Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy.

Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.

Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it.

Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable of only heart murmurs for talk.

When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen.

I know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by.

Knjige su samo jedna vrsta spremišta za mnogo toga za šta smo strahovali da bismo mogli da zaboravimo. Nema u njima uopšte ni?eg magi?nog. Magija je samo u onome što knjige kazuju, u tome kako zašivaju komade kosmosa u ode?u za nas.

Spring - und lass dir auf dem Weg nach unten Flügel wachsen

The courthouse clock struck nine and it was getting late and it was really night on this small street in a small town in a big state on a large continent on a planet earth hurtling down the pit of space toward nowhere or somewhere and Tom feeling every mile of the long drop.

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.

Second, writing is survival. Any art, any good work, of course, is that.

Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.

Se dan cuenta, ahora, de por qué los libros son odiados y temidos? Muestran los poros del rostro de la vida. La gente comodona sólo desea caras de luna llena, sin poros, sin pelo, inexpresivas. Vivimos en una época en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiércol.

Happy! Of all the nonsense.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. He will have plenty of places to choose from. RIP

He stood and he only had one leg. The other was like a chunk of burnt pine-log he was carrying along as a penance for some obscure sin.

I'm gonna have a T-Shirt made that says 'Stand at the top of the cliff, and jump off, and build your wings on the way down

Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can't act if you don't know.

You who walk the earth know only the moment, which is whisked away with your next exhalation.