Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Whirl man's mind around about so fast under the pumping hands of publishers, exploiters, broadcasters, that the centrifuge flings off all unnecessary, time-wasting thought!

So, for thousands of years, you humans have needed kings, priests, philosophers, fine examples to look up to and say, 'They are good, I wish I could be like them.

Metaphor is the medicine.

Asl?nda arada s?rada rahats?z edilmemiz gerek.

Existe mais de uma maneira de queimar um livro. E o mundo está cheio de pessoas carregando fósforos acesos.

When you want to do a thing badly enough you lie to yourself. You say the other people are all wrong. Well, soon after I started killing people I realized they were just fools and I shouldn't be killing them. But it was too late. I couldn't go on with it then, so I came up here where I could lie to myself some more and get angry, to build it all up again.

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock.

The bigger your market, Montag, the less you handle controversy

Because?' said the older man. 'That's one of the finest reasons in the world. Leaves lots of room for decisions.

Hers was simply not a pew shaped spine.

O mundo real é o terreno em que todo e qualquer grupo formula ou revoga leis como num grande jogo.

There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, you are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions, or trade-journals.

Pois este é um mundo louco e ficará mais louco se permitirmos que as minorias — sejam elas de anões ou gigantes, orangotangos ou golfinhos, adeptos de ogivas nucleares ou de conversações aquáticas, pró-computarologistas ou neo-ludditas, débeis mentais ou sábios — interfiram na estética.

In his half-sleep last night he had felt something writing on the insides of his eyelids.

DopuÅ¡tím se malé ironie. A není sluÅ¡né nÄ›koho pÃ…â"¢eruÅ¡ovat, zrovna když se dopouÅ¡tí malé ironie. No tak!

Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

Whenever a light blinked out, life threw another switch; rooms were illumined afresh.

Ma questa è la meravigliosa qualità dell'uomo: non si scoraggia né si disgusta abbastanza da rinunciare a tentare di nuovo, perchè sa molto bene che è importante e ne vale la pena

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I was crying because he would never do them again...

El fanático incendiario de libros se da cuenta entonces de que todo el pueblo ha escondido los libros memorizándolos. ¡Hay libros por todas partes, escondidos en la cabeza de la gente! El hombre se vuelve loco, y la historia termina.

instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators,...

Se soltanto si fosse potuto sviare quella mente dallo smacchiatore a secco e, svuotate le tasche, lavare a vapore, pulire, ricondizionato, e riportare quel cervello a domicilio in mattinata! Se almeno...

Let us go into her room and strangle her," said one of the men. "No, that would not be right," said a woman. "Let us throw her from the window." Everyone laughed tiredly.