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Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 12

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That's life for you, said MacDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is,

That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

Hurt, Home, Waiting

Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

Crazy, Book, Hats

If you know how to read, you have a complete education about life, then you know how to vote within a democracy. But if you don't know how to read, you don't know how to decide. That's the great thing about our country - we're a democracy of readers, and we should keep it that way.

Country, Democracy, Way

I have two rules in life - to hell with it, whatever it is, and get your work done.

Two, Done, Hell

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

Rain, Sleep, Night

I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.

Uncles, Crazy, Two

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.2, Hamilton Books

We must all be alike. 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.

Men, Judging, Mountain

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.28, Hamilton Books

Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.

Shadow, Sound, Rooms

Ray Bradbury (1971). “The golden apples of the sun”, Greenwood Pub Group

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

Halloween, Boys, Months

Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.1, Harper Collins

It was a pleasure to burn.

Chaos, Pleasure

Fahrenheit 451 pt. 1 (1954)

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.

Stars, Spring, Twilight

Ray Bradbury (2013). “A Sound of Thunder and Other Stories”, p.12, Harper Collins

There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.

Book, Smell, Fuel

"Booksellers talk big, act quietly at convention" by Hillel Italie, usatoday30.usatoday.com. June 1, 2008.

Do you ever wonder if--well, if there are people living on the third planet?' 'The third planet is incapable of supporting life,' stated the husband patiently. 'Our scientists have said there's far too much oxygen in their atmosphere.

Husband, Oxygen, People

Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.5, Simon and Schuster

When I graduated from high school I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library 3 days a week for 10 years.

Reading, Writing, School

Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.

Play, Tyranny Of The Majority, Up To You

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.53, Hamilton Books

All silence is. All emptiness. And now: The dawn.

Silence, Dawn, Emptiness

Ray Bradbury (1973). “When elephants last in the dooryard bloomed: celebrations for almost any day in the year”, Alfred A. Knopf

(...) 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 (...)

Smile, Cat, Pride

I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously.

Believe, Taken, Writing

"Biography / Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

Martian Chronicles, Humans, Inhuman

Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Illustrated Man”, p.123, Simon and Schuster

I would not see our candle blown out in the wind. It is a small thing, this dear gift of life handed us mysteriously out of immensity. I would not have that gift expire... If I seem to be beating a dead horse again and again, I must protest: No! I am beating, again and again, living man to keep him awake and move his limbs and jump his mind... What's the use of looking at Mars through a telescope, sitting on panels, writing books, if it isn't to guarantee, not just the survival of mankind, but mankind surviving forever!

Horse, Moving, Book

Garrett," said Stendahl, "do you know why I've done this to you? Because you burned Mr. Poe's books without really reading them. You took other people's advice that they needed burning. Otherwise you'd have realized what I was going to do to you when we came down here a moment ago. Ignorance is fatal, Mr. Garrett.

Book, Reading, Ignorance

Ray Bradbury (2000). “Bradbury Stories”

...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.

Summer, Children, Sleep

Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.97, Simon and Schuster

What is The Subconscious to every other man, in its creative aspect becomes, for writers, The Muse.

Men, Creative, Muse

All isn't well with the world.

World, Wells, Natural World

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.51, Hamilton Books

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

Writing, Doe, Alive

Ray Bradbury (2015). “Zen in the Art of Writing”, p.8, HarperCollins UK

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