Ray Bradbury Quotes

Look for the little loves. Find and shape the little bitternesses.

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect, nevertheless.

Fire is bright and fire is clean.

The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.

It is a wise writer who knows his own subconscious.

Whatever she is now she's better than she was, " said Bedloe. "Being dead is better than being dull, being dead is better than not being aware.

And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear.

I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.

He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.

There is no cause for nostalgia save the good and life-enhancing nostalgia for the present.

If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve.

You should've thought of that before becoming a fir

So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time, ” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")

They blended religion and art and science because, at base, science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.

Happiness is important. Fun is everything.

I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.

Let the war turn off the families. Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

Somewhere on the Earth tonight, my Tylla, there is a Man with a Lever, which, when he pulls it, Will Save The World. The man is now unemployed. His switch gathers dust. He himself plays pinochle.

It was a simple thing. All terror is a simplicity. ("Interval In Sunlight")

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks...

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.

Good to evil seems evil a

Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, " he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.

The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?

They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they're fascinated with the snake-pit.

You can't try to do things you simply must do them.

I'm never going to go to Mars, but I've helped inspire, thank goodness, the people who built the rockets and sent our photographic equipment off to Mars.

We've gotta reinvest in space travel. We should've never left the moon.

Scientists have to have a metaphor. All scientists start with imagination.

Video games are a waste of time for men with nothing else to do. Real brains don't do that.