“You Don’t Have To Burn Books To Destroy A Culture. Just Get People To Stop Reading Them.” - Ray

“ When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die. ”

Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.

-Ray Bradbury

*when i say girlie i mean it truly in a non gender specific way, this poll is for everyone!

**obviously everyone gets both headaches and stomach problems on occasion, this is about if you suffer from one or other of them notably more often!

pls reblog to get a bigger sample size!

"All things, once seen, they didn’t just die, that couldn’t be. It must be then that somewhere, searching the world, perhaps in the dripping multiboxed honeycombs where light was an amber sap stored by pollen-fired bees, or in the thirty thousand lenses of the noon dragonfly’s gemmed skull you might find all the colors and sights of the world in any one year. Or pour one single drop of this dandelion wine beneath a microscope and perhaps the entire world of July Fourth would firework out in Vesuvius showers. This he would have to believe."

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“And a last thought from Tom: O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death? And the thought returned: When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.”

― Ray Bradbury, quote from The Halloween Tree

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.”

— Ray Bradbury, “Zen in the Art of Writing”

—Somewhere a Band is Playing, Ray Bradbury

[text ID: Somewhere a band is playing

Oh listen, oh listen that tune!

If you learn it you’ll dance on forever

In June and yet June and more June.

And Death will be dumb and not clever

And Death will lie silent forever

In June and June and more June.]

“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 Bradbury