Ray Bradbury Quotes
It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book... it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt...
There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.
There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished.
We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law.
No, " said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.
Don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest.
Trains and boxcars and the smell of coal and fire are not ugly to children. Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become self-conscious about.
Fiction gives us empathy: It puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.
Writing keeps death at bay. Every book I write is a triumph over death. ... If we did not know we’d die, we’d wander around and sleep like cats.
We need to make progress. Otherwise we're waiting for news in a world where there is no longer any news.
Sleeping beauty awoke at the kiss of a scientist and expired at the fatal puncture of his syringe.
People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.
My feet, " said Montag. "I can't move them. I feel so damn silly. My feet won't
Come on, get up, get up, you can't just sit! But he was still crying and that had to be finished.
Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.
Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin.
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.
Business or profession?''I guess you'd call me a writer.'No profession, ' said the police car, as if talking to itself. The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen, needle thrust through chest.
We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.” – The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury (1950)
We lived longer but at a price. We had to be our own children, having none.
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
It doesn't think anything we don't want it to think.''That's sad, ' said Montag, quietly, 'because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know.
And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)
Looking at her in the hospital he had thought, I don't know you, who you are, does it matter if we live or die?
He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by.
No, ” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things like that in windows before summer’s even over! Ruin half the vacation!
The people there were gods and midgets and knew themselves mortal and so the midgets walked tall so as not to embarrass the gods and the gods crouched so as to make the small ones feel at home.