He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality tha...
God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.
Don’t tell me what I’m doing, I don’t want to know.
Colonel Freeleigh? said Douglas softly. There was something in his silence that made them all shut up their mouths. They approached, almost on tiptoe. Douglas, bent down, disengaged the phone from the...
I believe in having fun first, and along the way, if you teach people, if you influence people, well and good.
In writing the short novel Fahrenheit 451 I thought I was describing a world that might evolve in four or five decades. But only a few weeks ago, in Beverly Hills one night, a husband and wife passed...
The ability to "fantasize" is the ability to survive. It's wonderful to speak about this subject because there have been so many wrong-headed people dealing with it.... The so-called realists are tryi...
If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.
Everything is generated through your own will power.
There is too much government today. We've got to remember the government should be by the people, of the people, and for the people.
إذا أعطوك ورقا مسطرا بالعرض، اكتب بالطول !
Трябва ми чадър, за да се пазя от дъжда. Ужасно ме е страх, че ще се удавя, ако той отново вземе да ме облива с поток от думи.
Как е възможно да бъдеш чак толкова празен? - чудеше се той.
You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture
We're all fools, said Clemens, all the time. It's just we're a different kind each day. We think, I'm not a fool today. I've learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorr...
There it is.And he watched with now-gentle sorrow and now-quick delight, and at last quiet acceptance as all the bits and pieces of his house mixed, stirred, settled, poised, and ran steadily again.Th...
The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've...
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...
Que el mundo arda a través de uno mismo.
Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.