Quotes from Ray Bradbury

N'est-ce pas agréable de se promener à cette heure de la nuit ? J'aime humer les choses, regarder les choses, et il m'arrive de rester toute la nuit debout, à marcher, et de regarder le soleil se lever. (Clarisse McClellan)

So, in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do both, depending on the season and the need.

My favorite tune was "'Tain't No Sin, To Take Off Your Skin, and Dance Around in Your Bones.

I fell into my typewriter with it and came up with a brand-new, absolutely original tale, which had been lurking under my skin since I first drew a skull and crossbones, aged six.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

The woman knew every language and every word in every language. She spoke with fire and alcohol and smoke.

why would Mephistopheles want a soul? What does he do with it when he gets it, of what use is it?

don't want to change sides and just be told what to do. There's no reason to change if I do that." "You're wise already!

Es verdad que, hace mucho tiempo, los bomberos apagaban incendios, en vez de provocarlos - No. Las casas han sido siempre a prueba de incendios. Puedes creerme. Te lo digo yo. - ¡Es extraño! Una vez, oí decir que hace muchísimo tiempo las casas se quemaban por accidente y hacían falta bomberos para apagar las llamas.

Scrabbling about, every part of her seemed a separate animal. Her arms and legs, her hands, her head, each was a lopped off bit of some creature wild to return to itself, but blind to the proper way of making that return.

So I collected comics, fell in love with carnivals and World's Fairs and began to write. And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.

Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don't use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

There, on the world's rim, the lovely snail gleam of the railway tracks ran, flinging wild gesticulations of lemon or cherry-colored semaphore to the stars.

The ice. And the lovely hollows, the horizontal flow of emptiness within the ice. The lovely nothingness. The exquisite flow of an invisible mermaid daring the ice to capture it.

I remembered five o'clock in the morning, predawn arrivals of Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey, and all the animals parading by before sunrise, heading for the empty meadows where the great tents would rise like incredible mushrooms.

He felt her there, he saw her without opening his eyes, her hair burnt by chemicals to a brittle straw, her eyes with a kind of cataract unseen but suspect far behind the pupils, the reddened pouting lips, the body as thin as a praying mantis from dieting, and her flesh like white bacon.

Tu no estabas allí, tú no la viste -insistió él-. Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.

They knew how to combine science and religion so the two worked side by side, neither denying the other, each enriching the other.

Merhamet, Montag, merhamet. Onlarla tart??ma, canlar?n? s?kma; daha çok yak?n zamana dek sen de onlardand?n...

You ask Why to a lot of things are you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.

Él y otros miles como él, todos los que tuvieran un poco de sentido común se irían a Marte. Ya lo iban a ver. Escaparían de las guerras, la censura, el estatismo, el servicio militar, el control gubernamental de esto o aquello, del arte y de la ciencia.

The minute you get a religion you stop thinking, he said. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.

The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.