But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime. I know everything worth knowing about myself--"
~Something Wicked This Way Comes
I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.
Ray BradburyTags: emotion
Good writers touch life often.
Ray BradburyThroughout his life, Bradbury liked to recount the story of meeting a carnival magician, Mr. Electrico, in 1932. At the end of his performance Electrico reached out to the twelve-year-old Bradbury, touched the boy with his sword, and commanded, Live forever! Bradbury later said, I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard. I started writing every day. I never stopped.
Ray BradburyTags: life writing magic forever
I don't know anything any more," he said, and let a sleep lozenge dissolve on his tongue
Ray BradburyGoodnight!" She started her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. "Are you happy?" she said?
"Am I what?" he cried.
But she was gone - running in the moonlight. Her Front door shut gently.
Tags: happiness
The zipper displaces the button, and a man lacks that much time to think while dressing at dawn...
Ray BradburyIt was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stomach jump as it does when you see a preserved arm in a laboratory vat.
Ray BradburyTags: alcohol drifting pale peeled jars jar noiselessness plasma preserved swampland vat
The women in my life have all been librarians, English teachers, or booksellers. If they couldn't speak pidgin Tolstoy, articulate Henry James, or give me directions to Usher and Ox, it was no go. I have always longed for education, and pillow talk's the best.
Ray BradburyThe fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.
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