Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Someday you'll be as old as I. People will say the same. 'Oh, no,' they'll say, 'those vultures were never hummingbirds, those owls were never orioles, those parrots were never bluebirds! One day you'll be like me!

If paying attention is love, I am love. If knowing is love, I am love. If helping you not to fall into error and to be good is love, I am love.

What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Everything I did was pure love. Pure love. And if you live that way, you've had a great life. - 'Ray Bradbury: the last interview and other conversations' by Sam Weller (p.92)

Outside the window the boys gabbled to each other. 'White as milk, she said. White as milk.' 'White as a stone, like chalk you write with.

Çimenleri biçen adam orada hiç olmam?? gibidir; bahç?vansa bir ömür boyu orada olacak.

Miss Foley had first noticed, some years ago, that her house was crowded with bright shadows of herself. Best, then, to ignore the cold sheets of December ice in the hall, above the bureaus, in the bath. Best skate the thin ice, lightly. Paused, the weight of your attention might crack the shell. Plunged through the crust, you might drown in depths so cold, so remote, that all the Past lay carved in tombstone marbles there. Ice water would syringe your veins.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

As if hypnotized, he felt his gaze rise again to the old highway which swept by with winds that smelled a billion years ago. Great bursts of headlight arrived, then cut away in departures of red taillight, like schools of small bright fish darting in the wake of sharks and blind-traveling whales. The lights sank away and were lost in the black hills. Charlie

The first light on the roof outside; very early morning. The leaves on all the trees tremble with a soft awakening to any breeze the dawn may offer.

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a questions to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war.

There are too many of us, he thought. There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.

We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over. From Fahrenheit 451_RAY Bradbury

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did.

Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo.

If someone tells you what a story is about, they are probably right. If they tell you that that is all the story is about, they are very definitely wrong.

Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo. Saca la bala del arma. Abre la mente del hombre. ¿Se sabe acaso quién puede ser el blanco de un hombre leído? ¿Yo? No puedo aceptarlo.

Jeff Spender

Y para eso escribo, escribo, escribo, al mediodía o a las tres de la madrugada. Para no estar muerto.

Le cose che si sono viste una volta non possono morire, semplicemente non possono. Da qualche parte, nelle celle gocciolanti di cera di un alveare o nelle trentamile lenticole che ornano la testa di una falena, tutti i colori e le cose viste in un dato anno dovevano potersi ritrovare

Ne laissons pas le torrent de la mélancolie et de la philosophie débilitante noyer notre monde.

Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you?

Vivimos en una época en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiércol. Incluso los fuegos artificiales, pese a su belleza, proceden de la química de la tierra. Y, sin embargo, pensamos que podemos crecer, alimentándonos con flores y fuegos artificiales, sin completar el ciclo, de regreso a la realidad.

It was indeed a time between, one second their thoughts all brambled airedale, the next all silken slumbering cat. It