Quotes from Ray Bradbury

In ballet, any dancer who asks himself what step comes next must freeze. Any man who takes a sex manual to bed with him invites frigidity. Dancing, sex, writing a novel--all are a living process, quick thought, emotion making yet more quick thought, and so on, cycling round.

What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

I'm a California boy. I don't tell anyone how to write and no one tells me. (Paris Review Interview)

Si os dan papel pautado, escribid por el otro lado. JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ

Look at it this way, child, life is a magic show, or should be if people didn't go to sleep on each other. Always leave folks with a bit of mystery, son.

It is in the totality of experience reckoned with, filed, and forgotten, that each man is truly different from all others in the world.

FARENHEIT 451: the temperature at which Book-paper catches fire and burns

It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.

You stumble into it, mostly. You don't know what you're doing, and suddenly, it's done. You don't set out to reform a certain kind of writing. It evolves out of your own life and night scares.

More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun, and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and super organize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere.

He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.

Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor.

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.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak.

Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young. She

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. There

Because the Muse persists.

Es war eine kleine Stadt an einem kleinen Fluß und einem kleinen See in einem kleinen Teil eines Staates im mittleren Westen.

The good writers touch life often.

Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recoded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are - Faber

Oh, death in space was most humorous.

A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before.

She was as rational as you and I, more so perhaps, and we burnt her.

A great thunderstorm of sound gushed from the walls. Music bombarded him at such an immense volume that his bones were almost shaken from their tendons; he felt his jaw vibrate, his eyes wobble in his head.