I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: farenheit-451
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You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: writing
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You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
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The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: books universe magic
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It was a pleasure to burn.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: opening-lines first-lines
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You’ll find out it’s little savors and little things that count more than big ones. A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it’s full of flavors, full of a lot of things growing. You’ve time to seek and find. I know, you’re after the broad effect now, I suppose that’s fit and proper. But you got to look at grapes as well as watermelons. You greatly admire skeletons and I like fingerprints; well, and good. Right now such things are bothersome to you, and I wonder if it isn’t because you never learned to use them. If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up things? Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life.
Ray BradburyIt was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night. And all of this, this breath-warmness and plum-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is chemistry which no clock winds could blow upon to change one hour or one second; this fine first cool white snow would never melt, but live a thousand summers.
Ray BradburyWe 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?
Ray BradburyStichwörter: reality-bothered
Nos pasamos la vida aprendiendo a olvidar.
Ray BradburyI’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!
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