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
People are funny, and in the most tragic situations, when comedy erupts from nowhere, it can turn on its head within the space of a second or a minute. You're laughing one minute and you're crying the next and that's just life for me, and that is what people are like.
Sally Hawkins
Все счастливые семьи похожи друг на друга, каждая несчастливая семья несчастлива по-своему.
Leo Tolstoy
During the last regular session and the most recent special session, measures that I see as little more than Band-Aids were applied to three health programs in the state.
Jane D. Hull
I certainly and deliberately introduced a great deal of variety into the people in the clamshell, which I suppose grows out of growing up in an individualistic society we profess to have.
Bill Reid
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
