If you need to find out the kindling point of paper (451° F), don’t call an academic, call the fire department.
Ray BradburyStand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.
Ray BradburyMots clés imagination writing inspiration risk margaret-langstaff
Los libros están para recordarnos lo tontos y estúpidos que fuimos.
Ray BradburyDo you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary’ you are. That’s my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. So now you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.
Ray BradburyMots clés life reading books literature
Cuando muere, todo el mundo debe dejar algo detrás, decía mi abuelo. Un hijo, un
libro, un cuadro, una casa, una pared levantada o un par de zapatos. O un jardín
plantado. Algo que tu mano tocará de un modo especial, de modo que tu alma tenga
algún sitio a donde ir cuando tú mueras, y cuando la gente mire ese árbol, o esa flor, que
tú plantaste, tú estarás allí. «No importa lo que hagas -decía-, en tanto que cambies algo
respecto a como era antes de tocarlo, convirtiéndolo en algo que sea como tú después de
que separes de ellos tus manos.
It is good to renew one's wonder, said the philosopher. Space travel has again made children of us all.
Ray BradburyShe didn’t watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning.
Ray BradburyMots clés science-fiction
Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.
Ray BradburyMots clés life inspirational love time
The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.
Ray BradburyMots clés science-fiction
The things you're looking for...are in the world, but the only way the average chap will see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.
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