For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....Such are the autumn people.

Ray Bradbury

Mots clés halloween something-wicked-this-way-comes

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You could feel the war getting ready in the sky that night. The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the stars looked, a million of the swimming between the clouds, like the enemy disks, and the feeling that the sky might fall upon the city and turn it to chalk dust, and the moon go up in red fire; that was how the night felt.

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We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

Ray Bradbury

Mots clés happiness

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Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.

Ray Bradbury

Mots clés independence

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We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing.

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Mots clés happiness

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It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know Im drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe

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Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

Ray Bradbury

Mots clés insanity cage

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The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.

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The Official was bending over his desk, staring at the sergeant.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever thought you were Christ?"

"I can't say that I have. But I have considered that God was good to me to let me find what I was looking for, if that's what you mean.

Ray Bradbury

Mots clés god religion

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I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.

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