But souls can’t be sold. They can only be lost and never found again. ― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight. (Pocket Books April 12, 2000) Originally published September 1976.
I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it’s just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still,… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, ‘We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was;… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
It was a pleasure to burn. ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451. (Harper Voyager; Clothbound edition edition March 28, 2013) Originally published October 1st 1953.
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 read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore. ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451. (Harper Voyager; Clothbound edition edition March 28, 2013) Originally published October 1st 1953.
He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. — Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine. (Doubleday 1957)