Ray Bradbury Quotes
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The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.
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I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.
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The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
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Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
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Everyone has a telephone. Whether they can afford it or not. It's one of those things that people have, regardless of their income.
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I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it's immediate and passionate, when it dances out of your subconscious. If you interfere in any way, you destroy it.
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The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.
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Tell us again, for we forget, that work done without love is stillborn, mindless, and lost in the very hour of its deliverance.
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Screenplays are not writing. They're a fake form of writing. It's a lot of dialogue and very little atmosphere. Very little description. Very little character work. It's very dangerous. You'll never learn to write.
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We are anthill men upon an anthill world.
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All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green...
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To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.
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I shall remain on Mars and read a book.
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Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.
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MOTHER: Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping. Promise me, Jim. Wherever you go and come back, bring lots of kids. Let them run wild. Let me spoil them, some day. JIM: I'm never going to own anything that can hurt me.
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This is the emotional thing, you see - you must galvanize people, so they want to be completely alive and live forever, or the next thing to it. And out of that comes art, then, and survival through emotion.
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I don't think the robots are taking over. I think the men who play with toys have taken over. And if we don't take the toys out of their hands, we're fools.
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Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.
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Why live? Life was its own answer. Life was the propagation of more life and the living of as good a life as possible.
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Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it... I write for fun.
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But no man's a hero to himself.
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I don't like realism. We already know the real facts about life, most of the basic facts. I'm not interested in repeating what we already know. We know about sex, about violence, about murder, about war. All these things, by the time we're 18, we're up to here. From there on we need interpreters. We need poets. We need philosophers. We need theologians, who take the same basic facts and work with them and help us make do with those facts. Facts alone are not enough. It's interpretation.
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Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.
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His flesh took paleness from his bones.