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Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 30

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Kerosene, he said, because the silence had lengthened, is nothing but perfume to me.

Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me.

Silence, Perfume, Said

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

Shut the door, they're coming through the window, shut the window, they're coming through the door," are the words to an old song. They fit my lifestyle with newly arriving butcher/censors every month. Only six weeks ago, I discovered that, over the years, some cubby-hole editors at Ballantine Books, fearful of contaminating the young, had, bit by bit, censored some 75 separate sections from the novel. Students, reading the novel which, after all, deals with censorship and book-burning in the future, write to tell me of this exquisite irony.

Song, Book, Reading

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.210, Simon and Schuster

The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

Eye, Irises, World

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.12, HarperCollins UK

Each person was himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear would it even matter?

Oneness, Matter, Helping

For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run and rule.

Running, Real, Book

Ray Bradbury (1990). “Fahrenheit 451: Curriculum Unit”

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

Half, Daggers, March

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

He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")

Spring, Sadness, Autumn

FaceBook post by Ray Bradbury from Oct 01, 2015

They are so confident that they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that some day it'll have to hit.

Running, Space, Fire

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.50, Hamilton Books

Every time you take a step, even when you don't want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that's good. Anything that moves ahead, wins. No chess game was ever won by the player who sat for a lifetime thinking over his next move.

Hurt, Moving, Mean

I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!

Running, Night, Thinking

Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?

Hard Work, Play, World

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.35, Hamilton Books

I take this continent with me into the grave.

Graves, Continents

I'm inclined to believe you need the psychiatrist.

Believe, Needs, Psychiatrist

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.10, Hamilton Books

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.

Onions, Layers, Busy

Ray Bradbury (1967). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.19, Dramatic Publishing

Do you understand now why books are hated and feared? Because they reveal the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only the faces of the full moon, wax, faces without pores, hairless, expressionless.

Book, Moon, People

It's rare you get an idea from a dream. I can't really recall a story that ever worked out that way. I think in 35 years of writing, that I've ever had a dream that held up. They're much too dislocated

Dream, Writing, Thinking

Source: blankonblank.org

Ideas and philosophies change just as machines do. Religions changed because of the birth control pill. Politics changes because of the hydrogen bomb. All because of science fictional inventions.

Philosophy, Hydrogen Bomb, Ideas

Source: www.washingtonpost.com

I've been writing every day of my life for 65 years.

Writing, Years, Writing Every Day

Source: www.avclub.com

Men are nuts. Young men are crazy. We all love toys. I'm toy oriented. I write about toys. I've got a lot of toys. Hundreds of things. But computers are toys, and men like to mess around with smart dumb things. They feel creative.

Crazy, Smart, Writing

Source: www.raybradbury.com

Edgar Allen Poe really started me when I was 8. I fell in love with everything of his.

Edgar Allen

Source: blankonblank.org

Comic strips introduced me to metaphors. They are pure metaphor, so you learn how to tell a story with symbols, which is a very valuable thing to learn. And I learned that from motion pictures, too, and from poetry. Poetry is mainly metaphor. If it doesn't have a metaphor, it doesn't work.

Stories, Metaphor, Comic

Once you let yourself begin to be grown-up, you face a world full of problems you can't solve. The politicians and specialists - adults, all - have a hard enough time trying to figure out where to look. It doesn't have to be that way. The greatest solutions in society are reached by corporate thinking, ruled by a motive to either make a profit or go out of business.

Thinking, Trying, Way

Source: www.raybradbury.com

I'm not a science-fiction writer. I've only written one book that's science fiction, and that's Fahrenheit 451. All the others are fantasy.

Book, Fiction, Fantasy

Ray Bradbury, Steven L. Aggelis (2004). “Conversations with Ray Bradbury”, p.18, Univ. Press of Mississippi

You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have loved libraries.

Lying, Book, Light

Source: www.washingtonpost.com

We should have stayed on the moon. We should have made moon the base, instead of building space stations, which are fragile and which fly apart.

Moon, Should Have, Space

Source: www.foxnews.com

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