Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I let myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Siamo in troppi pensava intanto. Siamo in miliardi di esseri su questa terra e miliardi e miliardi sono troppi. Non ci conosciamo tra noi. Nessuno conosce qualcuno degli altri. Sconosciuti vengono a violare la tua intimità. Sconosciuti ti entrano in casa e ti strappano il cuore dal petto. Ti succhiano via tutto il sangue.

but we've got one damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years, and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, some day we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping into the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember every generation.

L'hérédité et le milieu sont des drôles de trucs. (...) Le milieu familial peut défaire beaucoup de ce qu'on essaie de faire à l'école. C'est pourquoi on (...) prend les gosses pratiquement au berceau.

La magia solo está en lo que dicen los libros, en su forma de coser los retales del universo para ofrecer una única prenda

They picked the golden flowers. The flowers that flooded the world, dripped off lawns onto brick streets, tapped softly at crystal cellar windows and agitated themselves so that on all sides lay the dazzle and glitter of molten sun. Every year, said Grandfather. They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare, and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.

nip most of them in the bud

Hiçbir yerde hiç kimsenin kazand???n? an?msam?yorum. SavaÅŸlar kazan?lacak ÅŸeyler deÄŸildir Charlie. Her zaman kaybedersin, son kaybeden de koÅŸullar? belirler. Tüm an?msad???m bir sürü kaybetme ve hüzün, bitmesi d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey iyi olmaz.

What are you looking at so hard, Dad?" "I was looking for Earthian logic, common sense, good government, peace, and responsibility." "All that up there?" "No. I didn't find it. It's not there any more. Maybe it'll never be there again.

and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.

Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over. I

La gente no habla de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente. [...] ¿Ha estado en los museos? Todo es abstracto. Mi tío dice que antes era distinto, Hace mucho tiempo los cuadros decían cosas, y hasta representaban gente

Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation

Doesn't an old thing always know when a new thing comes?

While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.

Un hombre de la Tierra piensa: «En ese cuadro no hay realmente color. Un físico puede probar que el color es sólo una forma de la materia, un reflejo de la luz, no la realidad misma». Un marciano, mucho más inteligente, diría: «Este cuadro es hermoso. Nació de la mano y la mente de un hombre inspirado. El tema y los colores vienen de la vida. Es una cosa buena».

cram them full of [b]non-combustible[/b] data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. [br] then they'll [b]feel they're thinking[/b], they'll get a [i]sense[/i] of motion without moving. [...] [br] don't give them any [b]slippery[/b] stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. that way lies [b]melancholy[/b].

Why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel?

Bourrez les gens de données incombustibles, gorgez-les de faits, qu'ils se sentent gavés, mais absolument brillants côté information. Ils auront l'impression de penser.

Temos tudo de que precisamos para sermos felizes, mas não somos felizes. Alguma coisa está faltando.

The more I did, the more I wanted to do.

Possibile che tu non sappia riconoscere l'umano nel disumano?» «Preferirei saper riconoscere il disumano nell'umano.»

Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

And still, strangely, they were not past the carnecería. The vision of red horror was on their left as they paced steadily forward on the hot tile sidewalk. The things that hung from hooks looked like brutalities and sins, like bad consciences, evil dreams, like gored flags and slaughtered promises. The redness, oh, the hanging, evil-smelling wetness and redness, the hooked and hung-high carcasses, unfamiliar, unfamiliar.