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Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 23

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Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a

Forgive, I hope you won't be upset, but when I was a boy I used to look up and see you behind your desk, so near but far away, and, how can I say this, I used to think that you were Mrs. God, and that the library was a whole world, and that no matter what part of the world or what people or thing I wanted to see and read, you'd find and give it to me.

Boys, Thinking, Giving

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

Opposites, Desire

Ray Bradbury (2013). “A Pleasure to Burn: Fahrenheit 451 Stories”, p.10, Harper Collins

I don't see myself as a philosopher. That's awfully boring.

Philosopher, Boring

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

All of the good, weird stories I’ve written are based on things I’ve dredged out of my subconscious. That’s the real stuff. Everything else is fake.

Real, Fake, Stories

What is it about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?...The thing man wanted to invent, but never did...If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It is a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledygook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences.

Real, Responsibility, Men

Beware the autumn people

Autumn, People

Ray Bradbury (2017). “Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel”, p.176, Simon and Schuster

Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord.

Reading, Remember, Fireman

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.42, Hamilton Books

Thank God for that. You can shut them, say, 'Hold on a moment.' You play God to it. But who has ever torn himself from the claw that encloses you when you drop a seed in a TV parlour? It grows you any shape it wishes! It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason. But with all my knowledge and scepticism, I have never been able to argue with a one-hundred-piece symphony orchestra, full colour, three dimensions, and I being in and part of those incredible parlours.

Real, Book, Play

Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life? See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff but get caught in a tree halfway down. Get shot at a few times in a dark alley on a Morrocan midnight. Love a beautiful woman.

Beautiful, Book, Fall

I never consciously place symbolism in my writing. That would be a self-conscious exercise and self-consciousness is defeating to any creative act. Better to get the subconscious to do the work for you, and get out of the way. The best symbolism is always unsuspected and natural. During a lifetime, one saves up information which collects itself around centers in the mind; these automatically become symbols on a subliminal level and need only be summoned in the heat of writing.

Writing, Exercise, Self

"Famous Novelists on Symbolism in Their Work and Whether It Was Intentional". mentalfloss.com. June 15, 2012.

Chock them so ... full of "facts" they feel stuffed, but absolutely "brilliant" with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving.

Moving, Thinking, Information

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.30, Hamilton Books

One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more.

Halloween, Doors, Hands

Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

First grade is very cheap. It's the later grades where you have to spend a lot of money if you don't do it right.

Firsts, Grades, Lots Of Money

Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going a long time back. I said nothing. I am one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty,' but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself.

Long, Coward, Way

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.39, Hamilton Books

I define science fiction as the art of the possible. Fantasy is the art of the impossible.

Art, Fiction, Impossible

Don't they get afraid, then?" "They have a religion for that.

Fear

Ray Bradbury (1980). “The Stories of Ray Bradbury”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!

Men, Ironic, Midst

Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.154, Simon and Schuster

I love you and I forgive you. I am like you and you are like me. I love all people. I love the world. I love creating. Everything in our life should be based on love.

Forgiveness, Love You, Creating

"Sci-fi legend Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" by John Blake, CNN: Living, August 02, 2010.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

Wall, Yelling, Long

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.39, Hamilton Books

From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.

Knowledge, Secret, Mind

"Zen in the Art of Writing". Book by Ray Bradbury, 1990.

Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.

Thinking, Littles, Particular

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.1, Hamilton Books

He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air.

Children, Winter, Islands

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.20, Hamilton Books

Christ is one of the 'family' now. I often wonder if God recognizes his own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's regular peppermint stick now, all sugar crystal and saccharine - when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that ever worshiper absolutely needs.

Son, Sugar, Peppermint

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.77, Simon and Schuster

I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.

Remember, Total Recall, Coming Out

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

Before Death, Happens

Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

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