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Ray Bradbury Quotes about Running

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An athlete may run ten thousand miles in order to prepare for one hundred yards. Quantity gives experience.

An athlete may run ten thousand miles in order to prepare for one hundred yards. Quantity gives experience.

Running, Athlete, Order

There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.

Running, Book, People

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

Work is the only answer. I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn't work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!

Running, Rules To Live By, Three

"Ray Bradbury on Sci-Fi, God and Robots: The Late Author's Biggest Ideas" by Angela Watercutter, www.wired.com. June 6, 2012.

My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

Letting Go, Running, Writing

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

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

Running, Writing, Sleep

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

I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

Running, Fun, Air

Ray Bradbury, Sam Weller (2012). “Listen to the Echoes: The Ray Bradbury Interviews”, p.306, Melville House

Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all Plot ever should be. It is human desire let run, running, and reaching a goal. It cannot be mechanical. It can only be dynamic.

Running, Character, Snow

Most of my stories are ideas in action. In other words, I get a concept, and I let it run away. I find a character to act out the idea. And then the story takes care of itself.

Running, Character, Ideas

Ray Bradbury, Steven L. Aggelis (2004). “Conversations with Ray Bradbury”, p.123, Univ. Press of Mississippi

Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

Running, Character, Snow

In sum, do not insult me with the beheadings, finger choppings or the lung-deflations you plan for my works. I need my head to shake or nod, my hand to wave or make into a fist, my lungs to shout or whisper with. I will not go gently onto a shelf, degutted, to become a non-book. All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you.

Running, Book, Sunset

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

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

Running, Writing, Hands

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

There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.

Running, Buddhist, Book

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

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.

Running, Hate, Fall

Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes”, Alfred a Knopf Inc

My characters talk to one another, and when it reaches a certain pitch of excitement I jump out of bed and run and trap them before they are gone.

Running, Character, Writing

Ray Bradbury, Steven L. Aggelis (2004). “Conversations with Ray Bradbury”, p.122, Univ. Press of Mississippi

The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?

Running, Rain, Fall

Ray Bradbury (2011). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.20, Simon and Schuster

For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching!

Running, Home, Long

Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

Running, Men, Shadow

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

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

Running, Hurt, Sadness

Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.17, Harper Collins

All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.

Running, Sunset, Games

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

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green...

Running, Spring, Autumn

Ray Bradbury (2002). “I Live by the Invisible: New & Selected Poems”, p.25, Salmon Publishing

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.

Running, Forever, Shadow

Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.12, Harper Collins

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

MOTHER: Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping. Promise me, Jim. Wherever you go and come back, bring lots of kids. Let them run wild. Let me spoil them, some day. JIM: I'm never going to own anything that can hurt me.

Mother, Running, Hurt

Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.25, Hachette UK

He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

Girl, Running, Doors

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

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?

Mother, Running, Wall

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