Ray Bradbury Quotes

This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details...

О, какво незабравимо блаженство — да лежиш в такава нощ сред уханието на папрат и треви, в нощта на шепнещите сънливи гласове, които правеха този мрак още по-сънлив. Възрастните бяха забравили, че той...

ذا كانت الحكومة فاشلة، على وشك الانهيار ، تفرض ضرائب بجنون فليكن ! فذلك أفضل بكثير من أن ينشغل بها الناس . فليفرح الناس بالمكسب فى المسابقات التى تتطلب أن يعرفوا كلمات الأغانى المشهورة أو أسماء العواص...

If you have moved over vast territories and dared to love silly things, you will have learned even from the most primitive items collected and put aside in your life.

But most of all," she said, "I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all dayand look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're...

Как е възможно да бъдеш чак толкова празен? - чудеше се той.

يقولون عني إنني غير اجتماعية. بأنني لا أتوافق مع أحد. شيء غريب. أنا في الحقيقة اجتماعية جدا. الأمر يعتمد على المقصود بكلمة اجتماعي. فالاجتماعي بالنسبة لي : هو أن تتحدث مع الناس في موضوعات كهذه

Jump and let's build our wings on the way down

I take this continent with me into the grave.

My religion encompasses all religions. I believe in God, I believe in the universe. I believe you are god, I believe I am god I believe the earth is god and the universe is god. We're all god.

I'd like to know what a place is when I'm . I'd like to be .

This summer night deep down under the stars was all the things you would ever feel or see or hear in your life, drowning you all at once.

If this goes on . . . fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, bec...

Зъбците изпущат, колелото се превърта и хорските животи се срещат твърде рано или пък твърде късно.

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive...

With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.

Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information.

It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, 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.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.