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Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 24

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When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

War, Wind, Odor

Ray Bradbury (2011). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.189, Simon and Schuster

I'm not trying to PREDICT the future. I'm just trying to PREVENT it.

Trying

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

Sadness, Rags, Glad

"Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel".

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

Cry, Cried, Died

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.75, Hamilton Books

"Oh, ancient god, whatever your name," whispered Ahmed. "Help this lost son of a good father, this evil boy who meant no harm but slept in school, ran errands slowly, did not pray from his heart, ignored his mother, and did not hold his family in great esteem. For all this I know I must suffer. But here in the midst of silence, at the desert's heart, where even the wind knows not my name? Must I die so young? Am I to be forgotten without having been?"

God, Mother, Father

Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

Venice, People, Wagons

Ray Bradbury (2013). “Death is a Lonely Business”, p.7, HarperCollins UK

Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.

Two, Bird, Stones

Too many of us have lost the passion and emotion of the remarkable things we-ve done in space. Let us not tear up the future, but rather again heed the creative metaphors that render space travel a religious experience. When the blast of a rocket launch slams you against the wall and all the rust is shaken off your body, you will hear the great shout of the universe and the joyful crying of people who have been changed by what they-ve seen.

Religious, Wall, Passion

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

Long, Skins, Burning

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.5, Hamilton Books

There is more than one way to burn a book.

Book, Way, Censorship

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.209, Simon and Schuster

In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.

Fear, Order, Suffering

Ray Bradbury (2013). “The October Country”, p.25, Harper Collins

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

Beautiful, Summer, Eye

Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the ancient knowledge that only by being truly sick can one regain health. Even beasts know when it is good and proper to throw up. Teach me how to be sick then, in the right time and place, so that I may again walk in the fields and with the wise and smiling dogs know enough to chew sweet grass.

Wise, Dog, Sweet

Ray Bradbury (1991). “On stage: a chrestomathy of his plays”, Plume

It won't work,' Mr. Bentley continued, sipping his tea. 'No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you're nine, you think you've always been nine years old and will always be. When you're thirty, it seems you've always been balanced there on that bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You're in the present, you're trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no other now to be seen.

Thinking, Years, Forever

"Why the essential collection Bradbury Stories explains how to live forever" by Todd VanDerWerff, www.avclub.com. March 20, 2013.

I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you.

Coward, Looks, Done

Ray Bradbury (1951). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, Simon and Schuster

Acting without knowing takes you right off the cliff.

Knowing, Acting, Cliffs

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

I started writing every day. I never stopped.

Writing, Writing Every Day

"Sci-fi legend Ray Bradbury dies" by Alan Duke, www.cnn.com. June 9, 2012.

The home environment can undo a lot you try to do at school.

Home, School, Trying

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.29, Hamilton Books

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

Stars, Sun

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

I'll be darned!" said Douglas. "I never thought of that. That's brilliant! It's true. Old people never were children!" "And it's kind of sad," said Tom, sitting still."There's nothing we can do to help them.

Children, Sitting Still, People

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know Im drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe

Night, Men, Alive

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.63, Hamilton Books

The only science fiction I have written is Fahrenheit 451. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen. It has happened.

Art, Fiction, Happened

Writer's Symposium By The Sea, Point Loma Nazarene University, cosmolearning.org. April, 2001.

Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it... I write for fun.

Running, Fun, Writing

Important thing is not the me that's lying here, but the me that's sitting on the edge of the bed looking back at me, and the me that's downstairs cooking supper, or out in the garage under the car, or in the library reading. All the new parts, they count. I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family.

Death, Lying, Reading

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

Tell us again, for we forget, that work done without love is stillborn, mindless, and lost in the very hour of its deliverance.

Teaching, Learning, Love Is

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