Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Now, sucking all the night into his open mouth and blowing it out pale, with all the blackness left heavily inside himself...

Intuited novels are far more 'true' than all your scribbled data-fact reportage in the history of the world!

Let me make it clear. People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired.

Wandering alone in the library, letting his broom tell him things no one else could hear, he had heard the whistle and the disjointed calliope hymns.

HOW TO CLIMB THE TREE OF LIFE, THROW ROCKS AT YOURSELF, AND GET DOWN AGAIN WITHOUT BREAKING YOUR BONES OR YOUR SPIRIT A PREFACE WITH A TITLE NOT MUCH LONGER THAN THE BOOK

Para qué recordar lo que no me sirve?

solo podemos crecer y progresar en este mundo si admitimos que no somos perfectos y podemos vivir con esta verdad

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There's nothing magical in them at all. Magic is only what books mean, what books say. How they stitch the patterns of the universe together into one garment for us.

Nadie tiene ya tiempo para nadie.

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.

I'll burn, he thought, and be scattered in ashes all over the continental lands. I'll be put to use. Just a little bit, but ashes are ashes and they'll add to the land.

The winds that had been young and wild grew old and serene

Quantity gives experience. From experience alone can quality come.

It became a game that I took to with immense gusto: to see how much I could remember about dandelions themselves, or picking wild grapes with my father and brother, rediscovering the mosquito-breeding ground rain barrel by the side bay window, or searching out the smell of the gold-fuzzed bees that hung around our back porch grape arbor. Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Khóa kéo thay cho cúc áo và con ng??i ta m?t Ä'i ng?n Ä'ó th?i gian suy nghÄ© trong khi thay ?? vào bu?i sáng, má»™t gi? tri?t lý, và do v?y là má»™t gi? s?u muá»™n.

It was seven o'clock, supper over, and the boys gathering one by one from the sound of their house doors slammed and their parents crying to them not to slam the doors.

Montag looked at these men whose faces were sunburnt by a thousand real and ten thousand imaginary fires.

Softly, softly, like two white paper lanterns on a night wind, the women moved over their lifetime and their past, and over the meadows where the tent cities glowed and the highways where supply trucks would be clustered and running until dawn. They hovered above it all for a long time.

What is fire? ...It's real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences.

What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box-lids, and rain.

Una vez, cuando él era niño, durante un corte de suministro eléctrico, su madre había encontrado y encendido la última vela que tenían; entonces se habían sentido muy próximos el uno del otro. Esa tenue iluminación había hecho que el espacio perdiese sus vastas dimensiones y se cerrase, envolvente, a su alrededor, madre e hijo, solo ellos, transformados, esperando que la electricidad no volviese quizá demasiado pronto.

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe.

Magic, you say? asked Douglas. Magic six ways from Sunday. You believe it? Yes I do and no I don't.

There you have it, Montag. It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, you are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions, or trade journals.