Quotes from Ray Bradbury

The three empty walls of the room were like the pale brows of sleeping giants now, empty of dreams.

Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

A trolley car, a pair of tennis shoes? These, at one time when we were children, were invested with magic for us.

Mais on ne peut pas forcer les gens à écouter. Il faut qu'ils changent d'avis à leur heure, quand ils se demanderont ce qui s'est passé et pourquoi le monde a explosé sous leurs pieds. Ça ne peut pas durer éternellement.

remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

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. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.

V?y Ä'ó! Má»™t cu?n sách là má»™t kh?u súng Ä'ã n?p ??n trong c?n nhà bên c?nh. ??t nó Ä'i. TÆ°á»›c phát ??n kh?i kh?u súng kia Ä'i. Xé to?c tâm trí con ng??i Ä'i. Ai bi?t ???c k? nào có th? là Ä'ích ng?m c?a ng??i ??c rá»™ng?

Llénate los ojos de asombro, vive como si fueses a morir en los próximos diez segundos. Observa el universo. Es más fantástico que cualquier sueño construido o pagado en una fábrica.

I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I said nothing. I'm one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty', but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself.

He and thousands of others like him, if they had any sense, would go to Mars. See if they wouldn't! To get away from wars and censorship and statism and conscription and government control of this and that, of art and science!

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one.

So that man, the first one, knew what we know now: our hour is short, eternity is long.

Ima nas previše,pomislio je.Ima nas na milijarde,a to je previše.Nitko nikoga n pozna.Neznanci do?u i oskvrnu te.Neznanci do?u i izvade ti srce.

The two women passed like needles, sewing one tree to the next with their perfume.

451° Fahrenheit: la temperatura a la que el papel de los libros se inflama y arde.

The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people […]

an animal wonder like a pair of sneakers rabbiting the lawns of early morning.

We theorize about what goes on in the brain, but it is mostly undiscovered country. A writer's work is to coax the stuff out and see how it plays. Surprise, as I have often said, is everything.

Moonlit reflections trembled in the glass like schools of disturbed silver minnows.

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want

Qué miras papá? —Estoy buscando lógica terrestre, sentido común, gobierno honesto, paz y responsabilidad. —¿Todas esas cosas están allá arriba? —No. No las he encontrado. Ya no están ahí. Y nunca volverán a estarlo. Quizá nunca lo estuvieron.

This car," he said, "somewhere along the way does it turn into a plane?" "I don't know," I said. "Somewhere along the way do you turn into my pilot?" "It could be. I've never done this before." "But you're willing to try?" I nodded.

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 of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.

And as before, it was good to burn, he felt himself gush out in the fire, snatch, rend, rip in half with flame, and put away the senseless problem. If there was no solution, well then now there was no problem, either. Fire was best for everything.