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
creativity thinking way
Any carefully planned thing destroys the creativity. You can't think your way through a story; you have to live it. So, you don't build a story; you allow it to explode.
trying-everything trying sometimes
What do you do, go around trying everything once?' he asked. 'Sometimes twice,...
book ninety-nine average
Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for... are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
men two together
And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.
writing thinking relax
Write. Don't think. Relax.
writing typewriters computer
I can write faster on a typewriter than you can on a computer. I do 120 words a minute, and you can't do that on a computer.
lonely world fame
Fame and money are gifts given to us only after we have gifted the world with our best, our lonely, our individual truths.
pain eye night
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.
cute doe different
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
mother running wall
Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?
letters answers love-letter
If someone sends you a love letter you've got to answer back.
watches news tvs
We're all watching each other, so there's no chance for censorship. The main problem is the idiot TV. If you watch local news, your head will turn to mush.
travel knows
I don't know anything anymore
reading book space
..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.