Ray Bradbury (Ray Douglas Bradbury) Quotes
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
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To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
Barack Obama
MTV didn't call. I guess I wasn't hip and groovy enough.
Dan Fogelberg
I don't think men like a bad girl. Well, I haven't had a date in a year so I'm obviously doing something wrong. It's not that my standards are too high, I haven't even been asked out in a year. I have no standards, anyone, please!
Yasmine Bleeth
As a writer, one is always a little blind to what one writes.
Patrick Modiano
When my father was arrested, we didn't know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.
Oriana Fallaci
There's usually one piece in 'Vanity Fair' every month that grabs me, but when it presents hatchet jobs without substantiation to impress its liberal friends, I laugh first, then toss.
Dan Jenkins
Even as far back as when I started acting at 14, I know I've never considered failure.
Jennifer Lawrence
Like all people in love, I was obnoxious and stupid, threatened suicide...And the one I was supposed to make worry only giggled.
Faina Ranevskaya
Girls are told they're not skinny enough, or they hear, 'She's old. She's boring. We've had her. She's not tiny anymore.' A lot of people don't take into account the vulnerability of these young girls.
Coco Rocha
The worst thing to me would be that you put on the face you think people want to see, and then they don't like it and you think, Would they have liked the real me?
Elizabeth Edwards
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
