Quotes from Ray Bradbury

I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy

Montag da onlarla ba??rd?... yüzlerini kesip dudaklar?n? parçalayan, burunlar?n? kanatan rüzgâra itiraz niyetine ba??r?yorlard?.

The leaf-light flickered on the paper-thin skin of the old men's wrists, the shadows alternating with fading sunlight. They moved in a soft whisper.

What does it matter who is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow, tomorrow or in ten thousand years. How do you know that those temples are not the temples of your own civilization one hundred centuries from now, tumbled and broken? You do not know. Then don't ask.

He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

Tr? con nhÆ° th?m chùi chân, th?nh tho?ng ph?i b? d?m lên.

Do we have the Book of Ecclesiastes? One. A man named Harris in Youngstown. Montag. Granger took Montag's shoulder firmly. Walk carefully. Guard your health. If anything should happen to Harris, you are the Book of Ecclesiastes. See how important you've become in the last minute!

There, on the precipice of earth, a small steam feather uprose like the first of a storm cloud yet to come.

He must ask himself, "What do I really think of the world, what do I love, fear, hate?" and begin to pour this on paper.

Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

One thing people sometimes forget about Fahrenheit 451 is that the government doesn't begin by burning books—it's ordinary people who turn away from reading and the habits of thought and reflection it encourages. When the government starts actively censoring information, most people don't even bat an eye. How important is reading to the health of a democracy like ours?

Los buenos escultores tocan la vida a menudo. Los mediocres sólo pasan apresuradamente la mano por encima de ella. Los malos violan y la dejan por inútil.

Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain. But on the way, in your work, why not carry those two inflated pig-bladders labeled Zest and Gusto.

went to the Rock to hide my face                 And the Rock cried out, "No Hiding Place,                 There's no Hiding Place down here.

He saw many hands held to its warmth, hands without arms, hidden in darkness. Above the hands, motionless faces that were only moved and tossed and flickered with firelight. He hadn't known fire could look this way. He had never thought in his life that it could give as well as take.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

A whole summer ahead to cross off the calendar, day by day. Like the goddess Siva in the travel books, he saw his hands jump everywhere, pluck sour apples, peaches, and midnight plums. He would be clothed in trees and bushes and rivers. He would freeze, gladly, in the hoarfrosted ice-house door. He would bake, happily, with ten thousand chickens, in Grandma's kitchen.

Mais surtout, j'aime observer les gens. Il m'arrive de passer toute une journée dans le métro à les regarder et à les écouter. Et vous savez quoi? _ Quoi? _ Les gens ne parlent de rien. (...) Ils citent une ribambelle de voitures, de vêtements et de piscines et ils disent: Super! Mais ils disent tous la même chose et personne n'est jamais d'un avis différent.

Noi, pamantenii, avem talentul de a distruge tot ce e mare si frumos. Singurul motiv pentru care n-am instalat tarabe cu crenvursti in templul egiptean de la Karnak este pentru ca nu avea vad si nu oferea nici un beneficiu comercial deosebit.

Sentì il sorriso abbandonare la sua faccia, fondersi o ripiegare su se stesso come cera di una candela fantastica che era bruciata troppo a lungo e ora collassava, spenta. Buio, infelicità. Non era un uomo felice, ripeté tra sé. Riconobbe che era questa la verità, indossava la contentezza come una maschera ma adesso la ragazza era scappata, portandola con sé. Non c'era modo di bussare alla sua porta e chiedere che gliela restituisse. Senza

How did you get shaken up? What knocked the torch out of your hands?' 'I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.

Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

Somos demasiados –pensó–. Somos millardos, y eso es demasiado. Nadie conoce a nadie. Gente extraña se te mete en casa. Gente extraña te arranca el corazón.

none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war.