Will we ever stop being afraid of nights and death?
When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.
Mots clés death halloween ray-bradbury all-hallows-eve the-halloween-tree
Good to evil seems evil.
Ray BradburyMots clés good-and-evil good-vs-evil
I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
Ray BradburyMots clés life people relationships
"It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books.
Ray BradburyMore sports for everyone, group spirit, fun and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and superorganize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less.
Ray BradburyMots clés decline-of-learning
Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline!
Ray BradburyMots clés mass-media
Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple the population. Films and radios, magazines, books levelled down to a sort of paste pudding norm, do you follow me?
Ray BradburyMots clés books
Then, in the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations, Digests, Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending.
Ray BradburyMots clés books
School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?
Ray BradburyHow men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.
Ray BradburyMots clés men women time ray-bradbury
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