Quotes from Ray Bradbury

The suit caught light and stirred like a bed of black tweed-thorns, interminably itching, covering the man's long body with motion so it seemed he should excruciate, cry out, and tear the clothes free.

Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man? Me?

Un libro es un arma cargada en la casa de al lado ... ¿Quién sabe cuál puede ser el objetivo del hombre que ha leído mucho?

C?rÈ›ile nu erau decât un fel de receptacul în care oamenii înmagazinau o mulÈ›ime de cunoÈ™tinÈ›e pe care se temeau c-ar putea s? le uite. Nu e nimic magic în c?rÈ›i; magic e doar ceea ce spun c?rÈ›ile È™i însuÈ™i faptul c? în ele peticele universului sunt îns?ilate într-un veÈ™mânt pe m?sura noastr?.

Is death being on a ship sailing and all your folks left back on the shore?

When you strip all the clothes away and the doodads, you have two human beings who were either happy or unhappy

Then, of course, the telephone's such a convenient thing; it just sits there and demands you call someone who doesn't want to be called.

When you strip all the clothes away and the doodads, you have two human beings who were either happy or unhappy together, and we have no complaints.

Atibórralos de datos no combustibles, lánzales encima tantos hechos que se sientan abrumados, pero totalmente al día en cuanto a información. Entonces, tendrán la sensación de que piensan, tendrán la impresión de que se mueven sin moverse.

this and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears, he is a protector.

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.

Que la gente intervenga en concursos donde haya que recordar las palabras de las canciones más populares, o los nombres de las capitales de los Estados, o cuánto maíz cosechó Iowa el último año. Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes.

The jet bombers going over, going over, going over, one two, one two, six of them, nine of them, twelve of them, one and one and one and another and another and another, did all the screaming for him.

Joskus ennen Kristusta oli yksi saatanan hullu lintu, jonka nimi oli Feeniks

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all.

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty. How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?

Da te pustim na miru! Sve je to lepo, ali kako sebe da pustim da miru? Ne treba da budemo pušteni na miru. Zaista treba da se uznemirimo s vremena na vreme. Kad si se poslednji put stvarno uznemirila? Zbog ne?eg važnog, zbog ne?eg stvarnog?

Boy,' said Ralph, squinched up, balled up, feet against chest, eyes tight. 'England is no place to be a sinner.

Patent-zatvara? zamenio je dugmad i time je ?oveku oduzeto taman ono malo vremena za razmišljanje dok se u obla?i u zoru, u filozofsko doba dana, i stoga melanholino doba dana.

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

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents." "So that's what I am." "There's some of it in all of us.

It is a wise writer who knows his own subconscious.

Montag looked at the river. We'll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And someday, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.