–¿A la gente de color no le gusta El negrito Sambo? Quémalo. ¿Los blancos se sienten incómodos con La cabaña del tío Tom? Quémalo. ¿Alguien escribió una obra acerca del tabaco y el cáncer pulmonar? ¿L...
— Ei bine, în definitiv, trăim în epoca materialelor de unică folosinţă. Omul de azi e ca un șervețel de hârtie. Îţi sufli nasul pe cineva, faci haina cocoloş şi o arunci la toaletă, te duci la altul,...
„Мразя римляните с тяхното status quo — казваше той. — Напълни очите си с чудеса, живей като че ли ще умреш след десет секунди. Опознай света. Той е по-фантастичен, отколкото всяка изфабрикувана мечта...
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.
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.
When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us a...
Останал сам, имаш възможност да обмислиш нещата из основи.
Отваряйте си очите, момчета, отваряйте ги, за да запомните всяка изминала секунда! Всичко, което заслужава да се помни!
As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury’s definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not...
Passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.
Trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground,...
A woman's voice answered, Hello?Walter cried back at her, Hello, oh Lord, hello!This is a recording, recited the woman's voice. Miss Helen Arasumian is not home. Will you leave a message on the wire s...
A young reader finding this book today, or the day after tomorrow, is going to have to imagine first a past, and then a future that belongs to that past.
After all, when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pi...
All I know is I feel good going to bed nights, Doug. That's a happy ending once a day. Next morning I'm up and maybe things go bad. But all I got to do is remember that I'm going to bed that night and...
All of the hot-dog stands were boarded up with strips of golden planking, sealing in all the mustard, onion, meat odors of the long, joyful summer. It was like nailing summer into a series of coffins.
All of us improbable to one another because we are not present to one another
All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. We'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time... -Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
And Will? Why, he’s the last peach, high on a summer tree. Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they’re not above peeing off a bridge, or stea...
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