"Science fiction is the art of the possible."
—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920
"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
There I strolled, lost in love, down the corridors, and through the stacks, touching books, pulling volumes out, turning pages, thrusting volumes back, drowning in all the good stuffs that are the essence of libraries. What a place, don’t you agree, to write a novel about burning books in the Future! —Ray Bradbury/Zen in the Art of Writing
"This is dedicated to those who have lost the game of the elements, by one who has always escaped . . . until tonight"
A. R. Tilburne (1887-1965) - Illustration for Ray Bradbury's 'The Wind'
(Weird Tales - March 1943)
West magazine cover, inside is the first story from Bradbury's martian chronicles in Bande Dessines /comic book form
I love bradburys writing, he's a master of gothic, by turns movingly compassionate and truly frightening
Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”
— Ray Bradbury
It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
—Ray Bradbury