Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury
Ray Douglas Bradburywas an American fantasy, science fiction, horror and mystery fiction author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 August 1920
CityLos Angeles, IL
CountryUnited States of America
fire forget clean
Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
children space philosopher
It is good to renew one's wonder, said the philosopher. Space travel has again made children of us all.
weed jobs crazy
If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up things to do so you wouldn’t go crazy. Instead of that, why not let nature show you a few things? Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life, son.
writing trying stories
Don’t try to write a novel. Write short stories and then figure out how to connect them.
wrinkles dust years
The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.
echoes together ponds
[He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.
long wish
Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.
sadness rags glad
I'll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags.
evil seems
Good to evil seems evil
long want enough
I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
juvenile delinquents
Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents.
summer children sleep
...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.
eye hands noses
Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.
opposites desire
I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.