... solo podemos crecer y progresar en este mundo si admitimos que no somos perfectos y podemos vivir con esta verdad
Ray Bradbury¿En qué punto del espacio nos encontramos en este momento?
Ray BradburyTags: illustrated-man
Siempre pensé que uno muere todos los días, y que los días son como cajones. En cada uno de esos días hay un yo diferente. Alguien a quien no conoces, o no comprendes, o no quieres comprender
Ray BradburyTags: illustrated-man
But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They’re Caesar’s praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, ‘Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal.’ Most of us can’t rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
Ray BradburyTags: reading books fahrenheit-451
(in response to the question: what do you think of e-books and Amazon’s Kindle?)
Those aren’t books. You can’t hold a computer in your hand like you can a book. A computer does not smell. There are two perfumes to a book. If a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better. It smells like ancient Egypt. A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hands and pray to it. You put it in your pocket and you walk with it. And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.
Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.
Ray BradburyI'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.
Ray BradburyPlot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.
Ray BradburyTags: characters plot
And metaphors like cats behind your smile,
Each one wound up to purr,
each one a pride,
Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)
Tags: cats smile metaphor pride purr
We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth
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