Ray Bradbury Quote
It was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness, of insanity and nightmare, its body crammed with that over-rich nectar and now it was sleeping the evil out of itself.
Ray Bradbury
It was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness, of insanity and nightmare, its body crammed with that over-rich nectar and now it was sleeping the evil out of itself.
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About Ray Bradbury
The New York Times called Bradbury "the writer most responsible for bringing modern science fiction into the literary mainstream."