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
art fiction happens
The only science fiction I have written is Fahrenheit 451. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen. It has happened.
running rain fall
The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?
firsts bigs ifs
Get the big truth first. If you get the big truth, the small truths will accumulate around it.
library world want
The library is the biggest cracker box factory in the world. The more you eat, the more you want.
running circles library
But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.
done ive-learned
I’ve learned that by doing things, things get done
college library
I never went to college, so I went to the library.
country book fall
The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading. Look at the magazines, the newspapers around us - it's all junk, all trash, tidbits of news. The average TV ad has 120 images a minute. Everything just falls off your mind. ... You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
class library use
No use going to class unless you go to the library.
venice people soul
Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.
venice people wagons
Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them....
years venice noon
For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.
book wings yellow
The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.
song eye night
The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?