Ray Bradbury Quotes
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You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead
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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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We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
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Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.
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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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We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
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You let the story cool off and then, instead of rewriting it, you relive it.
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If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both-you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
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To sum it all up, if you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must write dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next.
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For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.
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The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.
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His flesh took paleness from his bones.
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I believe in having fun first, and along the way, if you teach people, if you influence people, well and good.
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Your mind's always juggling, isn't it?-mirrors, torches, plates.
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Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.
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With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual,' of course, became the swear word it deserved to be.
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What should I do?" "Throw up in your typewriter every morning." "Yeah." "Clean up every noon.
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He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.
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These are all novels, all about people that never existed, the people that read them it makes them unhappy with their own lives. Makes them want to live in other ways they can never really be.
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Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.
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If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.
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Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.
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Surprise is where creativity comes in.
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He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.