Quotes About Bradbury

As his talent expands, some of his stories become pointed social commentary; some are surprisingly effective religious tracts, disguised as science fiction. Others still are nostalgic vignettes, but under it all is still Bradbury, the poet of 20th-century neurosis.

Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.

Bradbury was the one guy who was published in places like the 'Saturday Evening Post.' He was the guy who brought science fiction to the masses. If he hadn't existed, science fiction would have been a well-kept secret in literature instead of a widely consumed phenomenon.

Bradbury would have said his plots are myths and metaphors that tell stories about the human condition. That's what sets him apart from other science-fiction writers: He doesn't write about technology, but about the human heart and psyche.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

Guess what Jeff found in his cabin for me, Grete says, another book by the Martian Chronicle guy. Ray Bradburrow, Jeff says. Bradbury, I think. Yeah, right, Something Wicked This Way Comes, Grete says, It's good. She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book. It's good or it's bad, I liked it or I didn't. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad - like a hot dog.

To you liberals, of course, goats are just sheep from broken homes.

It had always seemed to Louis that a fundamental desire to take postal courses was being sublimated by other people into sexual activity.

And the odd think in Dad's voice was the sound truth makes being said.

What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

While our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.

I wonder ... if Mars is hell? Only waiting for our arrival before it bursts into brimstone and fire.

Unexpectedly, Bradbury's description of books on fire isn't horrible; in fact, they seem marvelous, almost magical. He describes them as "black butterflies" or roasted birds, "their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers." In the book, fire isn't repulsive; it's seductive—a gorgeous, mysterious power that can transmute material objects.

What Bradbury had that most other science-fiction writers didn't have at that time was a love for beautiful language, evocative description, and haunting phrases that would stick with the reader.

When we repeat the same words and phrases that appear in the daily media, we accept the absence of a larger framework. To have such a framework requires more concepts, and having more concepts requires reading. So get the screens out of your room and surround yourself with books. The characters in Orwell's and Bradbury's books could not do this—but we still can.

Captain Bradbury's right eyebrow had now become so closely entangled with his left that there seemed no hope of ever extricating it without the aid of powerful machinery.

Ray Bradbury was the first author that I was really exposed to back in grade school. I'm a big Philip K. Dick fan, but the emotion and humanity that Bradbury brings to his stories and the way he uses sci-fi to get at the human heart is something that's unique and for me incredibly influential.

Ray Bradbury has a vacation house in Palm Springs, California, in the desert at the base of the Santa Rosa mountains. It's a Rat Pack-era affair, with a chrome-and-turquoise kitchen and a small swimming pool in back.

If God had been a Liberal there wouldn't have been Ten Commandments, there would have been Ten Suggestions.

Unfortunately Marx said that the important thing is not to understand the world but to change it. Poor man, he got it the wrong way round. The important thing is not to change the world too much until you understand it.

If Blake said that, said Father Brian, he never lived in Dublin.