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
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.
yesterday done care
You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!
memories fire needs
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
mean math men
I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer. Ray Bradbury, 1967 interview (Doing the Math - that means for every story he sold, he wrote six "un-publishable" ones. Keep typing!)
cry died cried
And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again...
past college intellectual
Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.
teenager twenties seven
The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you're seventeen you know everything. When you're twenty-seven if you still know everything you're still seventeen.