Ray Bradbury Quotes

I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.

I was only kicking down the Christmas tree to get the star on top.

I wish I had known him, but he was just another shadow outside my screen door and I already had a sufficiency of shadows in.

I'll burn, he thought, and be scattered in ashes all over the continental lands. I'll be put to use. Just a little bit, but ashes are ashes and they'll add to the land.

I'm anti-social, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it?

I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it?

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It's essentiall...

I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?

I've tasted every victual and danced every dance; now there's one last tart I haven't bit on, one time I haven't whistled. but I'm not afraid. I'm truly curious. Death won't get a crumb by my mouth I...

Ideas—written ideas—are special. They are the way we transmit our stories and our thoughts from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us h...

If Only We Had Taller BeenThe fence we walked between the yearsDid bounce us serene.It was a place half in the sky whereIn the green of leaf and promising of peachWe'd reach our hands to touch and alm...

Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the...

Time is so strange and life is twice as strange. You must promise me not to live to be too old, William. It if is at all convenient, die before you're fifty. It my take a bit of doing. But I advise th...

Where strangers scanned each other's faces and found yesterday's sunrise instead of tomorrow's midnight.

Ya no existe el cohete. Nunca existió. Ni la gente. No hay nadie en todo el universo. Nunca hubo nadie. Ni planetas. Ni estrellas. Eso decía. Y luego algo acerca de sus pies y sus piernas y sus manos:...

You don't have to burn books, do you, if the world starts to fill up with nonreaders, nonlearners, non-knowers?

Men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells.

¿Sabe que los libros huelen a nuez moscada o a especias de países lejanos?

لا يمكن أن نعرف اللحظة الدقيقة التي تتكون فيها الصداقة .. كما تملأ الوعاء قطرة قطرة ، هناك تلك القطرة الأخيرة التي تجعله يفيض ، و هكذا في سلسلة من العواطف هناك عاطفة أخيرة تجعل القلب يفيض بما فيه ..