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You'll be found, your nickels, dimes and Indian-heads fused by electroplating. Abe Lincolns melted into Miss Columbias, eagles plucked raw on the backs of quarters, all run to quicksilver in your jeans. More! Any boy

You'll be found, your nickels, dimes and Indian-heads fused by electroplating. Abe Lincolns melted into Miss Columbias, eagles plucked raw on the backs of quarters, all run to quicksilver in your jeans. More! Any boy hit by lightning, lift his lid and there on his eyeball, pretty as the Lord's Prayer on a pin, find the last scene the boy ever saw! A box-Brownie photo, by God, of that fire climbing down the sky to blow you like a penny whistle, suck your soul back up along the bright stair!

Ray Bradbury
Running, Prayer, Blow
Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.10, Harper Collins

Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Moon, Sun
Ray Bradbury (1953). “The golden apples of the sun”

The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've done fine tonight. Even Death can't spoil it.

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

They crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman, though she was not running, she was not trying to escape. She was only standing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the head. Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: "Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Wall, Moving
Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.17, Hamilton Books

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Risk, Dying
Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.41, Hamilton Books

The merry-go-round was running, yes, but... It was running backward. The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.

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

But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Circles, Library
Ray Bradbury, Sam Weller (2012). “Listen to the Echoes: The Ray Bradbury Interviews”, p.293, Melville House

Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Doors, Gone

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.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Real, Book
Ray Bradbury (1990). “Fahrenheit 451: Curriculum Unit”

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.

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

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!

Ray Bradbury
Running, Night, Thinking

I wake up in the morning and I lie in bed, and it's the time I call "the theater of morning." All these thoughts run around in my head, between my ears when I'm waking up. It's not a dream state, but it's not completely awake either. So all these metaphors run around and then I pick one and I get out of bed and I do it. I'm very lucky.

Ray Bradbury
Running, Dream, Morning

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