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
Liberating education consists in acts of cognition, not transferrals of information.
Paulo Freire
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
William Shakespeare
I don't like being alone, so I want to share these experiences and things with as many people as possible, so that is why I choose to go to the Moon with artists!
Yusaku Maezawa
I get random meetings, like, 'Ron Howard would like to sit down with you.' 'Really?' If 'Breaking Bad' hadn't happened, Ron Howard probably wouldn't want to sit down with me. Because he would have no idea who I was.
Aaron Paul
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