“How Do You Get So Empty? Who Takes It Out Of You?”

McDunn fumbled with the switch. But even as he switched it on, the monster was rearing up. I had a glimpse of its gigantic paws, fish skin glittering in webs between the finger-like projections, clawing at the tower. The huge eye on the right side of its anguished head glittered before me like a cauldron into which I might drop, screaming. The tower shook. The Fog Horn cried; the monster cried. It seized the tower and gnashed at the glass, which shattered in upon us.

Illustration by Aleta Jenks for The Fog Horn by Ray Bradbury.

October Country by Ray Bradbury Cover by Joe Mugnaini

Ray Bradbury’s Personally Owned Art by James Bingham, Illustrating His Short Story ”The Fog Horn”

Al Parker illustration for Ray Bradbury

Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.

—Ray Bradbury

All Summer in a Day, Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury - Dark Carnival. London: Hamish Hamilton, 1948. First British edition. Octavo.

Art by Michael Ayrton.

Sunsets are loved because they vanish.

-- Ray Bradbury

(Cluj, Romania)

"Everything is my demon muse. I have a muse which whispers in my ear and says, 'Do this, do that,' but it's my demon who provokes me."

Ray Bradbury