People don't talk about anything... No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different...
Look at it this way, child, life is a magic show, or should be if people didn't go to sleep on each other. Always leave folks with a bit of mystery, son.
I had no way to stop . I did not write Fahrenheit 451, it wrote me.
I claim no victory. But there was blood on my gloves when I hung them up. When was the last time you did a story like that, out of pure indignation?
He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits...
Happy! Of all the nonsense.
Fiction gives us empathy: It puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.
Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of...
Savaş kazanılan bir şey değildir Charlie. Sadece her zaman kaybedersin ve en son kaybeden şartları ortaya koyar. Hatırladığım her şey bir sürü kaybediş, üzüntü ve bittiğinde hiçbir iyi şeyin olmadığı....
When I was seven or eight years old, I began to read the science-fiction magazines that were brought by guests into my grandparents' boarding house in Waukegan, Illinois. Those were the years when Hug...
If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs...
إذا أخفيت جهلك جيداً .. لن يؤذيك أحد، ولكنك لن تتعلم أيضاً
Right now I feel like I just ate a cold snail raw.
No man’s a hero to himself.
We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy,Something's missing!
Those women like to see their tongues dance.
Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.
Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shado...
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.
The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading. You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.