Ray Bradbury Quotes

He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the m...

He was part of us and when he died all the actions stopped dead, and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. i've never gotten over his death. Ofte...

Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow.

Here we all are, said Herb Thompson, taking his cigar out and looking at it reflectively. And life is sure funny. Eh? said Mr. Stoddard. Nothing, except here we are, living our lives, and some place e...

Here’s how my theory goes. We writers are up to the following: We build tensions toward laughter, then give permission, and laughter comes. We build tensions toward sorrow, and at last say cry, and ho...

Hesitantly, Grandfather, Douglas, and Tom peered through the large windowpane.And there, in the small warm pools of lamplight, you could see what Leo Auffmann wanted you to see. There sat Saul and Mar...

His destiny is in his genes. He can no more ignore this call, this summons, than he can ignore the beating of his heart. So it is with Man’s becoming more than he now is. Not Superman, assuredly, for...

Hold the dark holiday in your palms, Bite it, swallow it and survive, Come out the far black tunnel of el Día de Muerte And be glad, ah so glad you are… alive! Calavera…Calavera…

How like a mirror, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazi...

How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like...

How're your children, Mrs. Phelps?' he asked.'You know I haven't any! No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children!' said Mrs. Phelps, not quite sure why she was angry with this...

I been figuring, what to put in. Motion pictures? Radios? Stereoscopic viewers? All those in one place so any man can run his hand over it and smile and say, ‘Yes, sir, that’s happiness.

I bet it’s the eleventh Commandment, murmured the priest, eyes down. What would the eleventh Commandment be? asked Doone, scowling. Why not: ‘THOU SHALT SHUT UP AND LISTEN’ said the priest. Ssh.

I blundered into creativity as blindly as any child learning to walk and see.

I buoni scrittori toccano spesso la vita. I mediocri la sfiorano con una mano fuggevole. I cattivi scrittori la sforzano e l'abbandonano. Capite ora perché i libri sono odiati e temuti? Perché rivelan...

I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.

I care so much I’m sick.

I circumnavigate each cell in youYour merest molecule is right and trueLook there for destinies indelible and fineAnd rare.Ten thousand futures share your blood each instant;Each drop of blood a clone...

I do wish to run, seize this greatest time in all the history of man to be alive, stuff my senses with it, eye it, touch it, listen to it, smell it, taste it, and hope that others will run with me, pu...

I don't mind skulls and bones, said Marie. There's nothing even vaguely human to them. I'm not scared of skulls and hones. They're like something insectile. If a child was raised and didn't know he ha...