Quotes from Ray Bradbury

I don't talk about things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk about the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

He aquí la respuesta, capitán. —No entiendo. —Los marcianos descubrieron el secreto de la vida entre los animales. El animal no discute la vida, vive. No tiene otra razón de vivir que la vida. Ama la vida y disfruta la vida.

It was not burning; it was warming! 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. Even its smell was different.

The nightmare of living was begun.

Kitaplar, tören alay? büyük bir gürültü içinde ilerlerken, Sezar'?n kula??na 'Unutma, Sezar, sen de ölümlüsün' diyen pretoryen muhaf?zlard?r.

If the men were silent it was because there was everything to think about and much to remember.

Fire balloons.

It was an evening in summer upon the placid and temperate planet Mars. Up and down green wine canals, boats as delicate as bronze flowers drifted. In

Me parece que los marcianos eran bastante ingenuos. —Sólo cuando les convenía. Renunciaron a empeñarse en destruirlo todo, humillarlo todo. Combinaron la religión, arte y ciencia, pues en verdad la ciencia no es más que la investigación de un milagro inexplicable, y el arte, la interpretación de ese milagro. No permitieron que la ciencia aplastara la belleza.

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.

But now, falling here, with everything over, I'm not jealous of you anymore, because it's over for you as it is for me, and right now it's like it never was.

Kerosene...is nothing but perfume to me

But one strange wild dark long year, Halloween came early. One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more. . .

Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Un libro es un arma cargada en la casa de al lado. Quémalo. Quita el proyectil del arma. Domina la mente del hombre. ¿Quién sabe cuál podría ser el objetivo del hombre que leyese mucho?

Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said, quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.

Yapmayanlar, yakmal?d?rlar. Bu tarih kadar ve gençlerin suç iÅŸlemesi kadar eskidir.

Bradbury virtually lived in the public libraries. of his time and came see the shelves as populations of living authors: to burn the book is to burn the author, and to burn the author is to deny our own humanity.

Odio la astucia cuando uno no se siente realmente astuto, ni quiere serlo. No puedo enorgullecerme de ir espiando por ahí y jactarme de que llevo a cabo grandes planes. Odio pensar que estoy cumpliendo con mi deber cuando no estoy seguro de que sea así.

Bir adama birkaç dize ÅŸiir ver, sonunda kendini yarat?lm??lar?n efendisi sans?n...

I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

I circumnavigate each cell in you Your merest molecule is right and true Look there for destinies indelible and fine And rare. Ten thousand futures share your blood each instant; Each drop of blood a cloned electric twin of you.

e-books smell like burned fuel