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
children winter islands
He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air.
fall islands laughing
Friendship is an island that you retreat to and you all fall on the floor and laugh at all the other ninnies that don't have enough brains to have your good taste.
hard hard-work heard love pays thousand true work
I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true -- hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.
cannot enemy simply thinking
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You cannot try to do things. You simply must do things.
creativity enemy simply thinking
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.
american-writer build cliff jump wings
First you jump off the cliff and you build wings on the way down.
dead dream drop eyes fantastic paid stuff ten wonder
Stuff your eyes with wonder . . . live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
life
Life is "trying things to see if they work.
fine good wonderful writer
She was a wonderful poet, a good short-story writer and a fine novelist.
ask great life related security sleeping sloth tree upside
Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away.
giving hit run won
All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. Its my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, Ive won or lost. At sunrise, Im out again, giving it the old try.
My favorite writers have been those who've said things well.
I got started as an actor when I was 12.
I don't need to be vindicated, and I don't want attention.