Quotes from Ray Bradbury

Cram them full of non-combustable data, chock them so damn full of facts they feel stuffed, but absolutely brilliant with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler for help, would it matter?

Los libros nos recuerdan que somos asnos y tontos. Son la guardia pretoriana del César, que murmura mientras los desfiles pasan ruidosamente por las avenidas Recuerda, César, que eres mortal

Christ, you could massacre half a Hindu village and still look like Peter Rabbit. What are you stuffed with?" "Chocolate bars. And I keep six kinds of ice-cream in my icebox, when I can afford it.

You can't help people like her unless they want to be helped. That's the first law of mental health. You know it, I know it.

You can't hold onto the past. No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now.

Oh, el realismo!¡Oh, el aquí, oh, el ahora, oh, el infierno!

No arruinaremos este planeta -dijo el capitán-. Es demasiado grande y demasiado hermoso. -¿Cree usted que no? Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenemos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

Page 33 Oh, they don't miss me, she said. I'm very 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? Social to me means talking to you about things like this.

Space travel has again made children of us all.

People don't talk about anything." "Oh, they must!" "No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell!

I'm numb, he thought. When did the numbness really begin in my face? In my body? ...The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were.

Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down. Over

Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.' Alexander Pope.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as your change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

I remember. Montag clung to the earth. I remember. Chicago. Chicago, a long time ago. Millie and I. That's where we met! I remember now. Chicago. A long time ago.

Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

Anything that's strange is no good to the average American." i think this quote means that pickles do not go on barbecue steaks. i agree with it because it represents Americans "He built an architecture of Bach, stone by exquisite stone, raising a music cathedral so vast." i think that this quote means that something can be built so elegantly. i disagree because there are always problems.

Somewhere in the recumbent solitudes, the motionless but teeming millions of books, lost in two dozen turns right, three dozen turns left, down aisles, through corridors, toward dead ends, locked doors, half-empty shelves, somewhere in the literary soot of Dickens's London, or Dostoevsky's Moscow or the steppes beyond, somewhere in the vellumed dust of atlas or Geographic, sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.

A little learning is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring; There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again.' Pope.

Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone ? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

Arthur Koestler's Darkness at Noon

Crazy!" They spilled downhill, the sun in their mouths, in their eyes like shattered lemon glass, gasping like trout thrown out on a bank, laughing till they cried.

What do you do, go around trying everything once?' He asked 'Sometimes twice