Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Sou um dos inocentes que poderiam ter elevado a voz quando ninguém atentava para os culpados, mas não falei e, com isso, eu mesmo me tornei um dos culpados.

Supongo que soy todo lo que dicen de mi.

The old man looked as if he had not been out of the house in years. He and the white plaster walls inside were much the same. There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.

Este libro tiene poros. Tiene rasgos. Si lo examina usted con un microscopio, descubrirá vida bajo la lente; una corriente de vida abundante e infinita. Cuantos más poros, cuantos más pormenores vivos y auténticos pueda usted descubrir en un centimetro cuadrado de una hoja de papel, más letrado es usted.

Yes, but there are so many young girls." "You're everything they're not. Kind, intelligent, witty…" "Nonsense. Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you're twenty.

The best sculpture, like the head of Nefertiti, says again and again, The Beautiful One was here, is here, and will be here, forever.

La gente era como las antorchas, que ardían hasta consumirse. ¿Acaso había muchas personas cuyos rostros captaban algo tuyo y te devolvían tu propia expresión, tus pensamientos más íntimos?

The city unwrapped you like a candy bar and ate you all up.

We need to be really bothered once in a while.

It's as good as I remember. Lord, how they've changed it in our 'parlors' these days. Christ is one of the 'family' now. I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs.

Mi esposa afirma que los libros no son reales. – Y gracias a Dios por ello. Uno puede cerrarlos, decir: aguarda un momento.

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.

Et quand il est mort, je me suis aperçu que ce n'était pas lui que je pleurais, mais les choses qu'il faisait.

How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of yours and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

We salt our lives with other people's sins.

Te naerate, kuigi ma pole öelnud midagi naljakat, ja te vastate liiga ruttu. Te ei võta kunagi vaevaks mõelda selle üle, mida ma teie käest küsin.»

Chi non crea non può fare a meno di distruggere.

If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won.

Si vous cachez votre ignorance, vous ne recevrez pas de coups et vous n'apprendrez rien.

Ma vaatan harva televisioonisaateid, käin harva võidusõitudel ja lõbustusparkides. Küllap mul seepärast ongi aega narre mõtteid mõlgutada.

Children are carpets, they should be stepped on occasionally.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies

What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began.

Before the bus had run another fifty yards on the highway, its destination would be meaningless, and its point of departure changed from metropolis to junkyard.