Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Realice su propia labor salvadora, y si se ahoga, muera, por lo menos, sabiendo que se dirigía hacia la playa.

So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?

We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, some day we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember, every generation.

A car, for instance, dead brute, unthinking, an unprogrammed bulk, is the greatest destroyer of souls in history. It makes boy-men greedy for power, destruction, and more destruction. It was never intended to do that. But that's how it turned out.

lui doveva andarsene, uscire, respirare l'aria libera della notte, conoscere le libere acque della notte che correvano verso mari più grandi e più liberi.

if you're a miserable sinner in one shape, you're a miserable sinner in another.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the furthest of the two!

Quién es usted para discutir lo que pasa? Aquí estamos. ¿Qué es la vida, de todos modos? ¿Quién decide por qué, para qué o dónde? Sólo sabemos que estamos aquí, vivos otra vez, y no hacemos preguntas.

and the books say nothing! Nothing you can teach or believe. They're about nonexistent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're nonfiction, it's worse, one professor calling another an idiot, one philosopher screaming down another's gullet. All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun. You come away lost.

We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought. We have our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world as it stands now.

Por qué será- dijo él una vez, en la entrada del Metro-- que tengo la sensación de conocerte desde hace muchos años? -Porque le aprecio a usted- replicó ella-, y no deseo nada suyo. Y también porque nos conocemos mutuamente.

No puedo más, de veras. Estoy entumecido y cansado. Hoy han ocurrido demasiadas cosas. Me siento como si hubiera pasado cuarenta y ocho horas bajo una lluvia torrencial, sin paraguas ni impermeable. Estoy empapado hasta los huesos de emoción.

You as Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.

The old man nodded. "Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents.

Taking your pinch of arsenic every morn so you can survive to sunset. Another pinch at sunset so that you can more-than-survive until dawn. The mirco-arsenic-dose swallowed here prepares you not to be poisoned and destroyed up ahead.

Irritations and angers aside, what about loves? What do you love most in the world? The big and little things, I mean.

Ask me, then, if I believe in the spirit of the things as they were used, and I'll say yes. They're all here. All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. And we'll never be able to use them without feeling uncomfortable. And somehow the mountains will never sound right to us; we'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time, and the mountains were shaped and seen under those names.

The folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself as an oracle, is inborn in us, Mr. Valery once said.

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.

had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man

We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law, Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli or Christ, it's here.

Cómo? ¿Cómo se hizo todo esto? ¿Y por qué? ¿Con qué propósito? ¿Por la mera bondad de alguna intervención divina? ¿Entonces Dios se preocupa realmente por sus criaturas? ¿Cómo y por qué y para qué?

The important things are those passed down to us from their hands and minds and these are full to bursting with animal vigor and intellectual vitality. Their hatreds and despairs were reported with a kind of love.

to gently lie and prove the lie true… everything is finally a promise… what seems a lie is a ramshackle need, wishing to be born…