My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous."
"Men like that always are.
Mots clés books dangerous book-burning burn
It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.
Ray BradburyMots clés living dead subliminal
Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate.
Ray BradburyMots clés hate death alone die
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
Ray BradburyIf you have moved over vast territories and dared to love silly things, you will have learned even from the most primitive items collected and put aside in your life.
Ray BradburyYou should've thought of that before becoming a fireman."
"Thought!" he said. "Was I given a choice? I was raised to think the best thing in the world is not to read. The best thing is television and radio and ball games and a home I can't afford and, Good Lord, now, only now I realize what I've done. My grandfather and father were firemen. Walking in my sleep I followed them.
Mots clés reading read television radio reading-books tv burn sleep-walking
insanlar daha çok meşaleye benziyorlardı;birileri üfleyinceye kadar yanarlardı.Ne kadar nadir diğer insanların yüzleri sizi sizden alıp,kendi duygularınızı en titrek düşüncelerinizi sizlere yansıtırdı?
Ray BradburyHiç de anayasanın dediği gibi kisme eşit ve özgür doğmamıştır,herkes eşit yapılır. Her insan bir diğerinin sureti olunca herkes mutlu olur,ortada çekinilecek korkulacak,herkesin kendisini yargılamasına yol açacak dağlar yoktur.
Ray BradburyMan has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.
Ray BradburyI've tasted every victual and danced every dance; now there's one last tart I haven't bit on, one time I haven't whistled. but I'm not afraid. I'm truly curious. Death won't get a crumb by my mouth I won't keep and savor. So don't you worry over me. Now, all of you go, and let me find my sleep....
Ray BradburyMots clés death
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