Ray Bradbury (Ray Douglas Bradbury) Quotes
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.
Ray Bradbury
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In art, S. Bridget is usually represented with her perpetual flame as a symbol, sometimes with a column of fire, said to have been seen above her head when she took the veil.
Sabine Baring-Gould
On daytime they continue to revisit a lot of the same stuff while nighttime does move on and show development.
Ted Shackelford
As a filmmaker, my approach is to come in not with preconceived notions, but with curiosity, and in that way, whether my subjects are James Carville or Anna Wintour or Dick Cheney, I am always surprised.
R. J. Cutler
When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield.
Quintilian
We the Chinese nation have the spirit to fight the enemy to the last drop of our blood, the determination to recover our lost territory by our own efforts, and the ability to stand on our own feet in the family of nations.
Mao Zedong
I love In-N-Out!
Charli XCX
A lot of people get into alternative music as part of their identity. It's something that isn't the mainstream, that their brothers and sisters don't know about, and that their parents don't like. It's something they can have as their own.
Chris Cornell
Soundgarden
I love working with the same people. When I find someone I love and that I like working with, I don't want to stop working with them.
David Lowery
Camper Van Beethoven
When I was younger, I thought once I hit 25, I'd slow down. Nope!
Brendon Urie
Panic! at the Disco
I don't eat much meat, fish, or poultry.
Carol Burnett
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.
Ray Bradbury