"So the dragon ate the white swan. I haven’t seen her for years. I can’t even remember what she looks like. I feel her, though. She’s safe inside, still alive; the essential swan hasn’t changed a feather. Do you know, there are some mornings in spring or fall, when I wake and think, I’ll run across the fields into the woods and pick wild strawberries! Or I’ll swim in the lake, or I’ll dance all night tonight until dawn! And then, in a rage, discover I’m in this old and ruined dragon. I’m the princess in the crumbled tower, no way out, waiting for her Prince Charming."
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts." -Ray Bradbury, "The October Country"
*Originally published under the title "The World the Children Made"
"Science fiction is the art of the possible."
—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 [ID in ALT]
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
September Loneliness
Ray Bradbury// September Morn, Paul Émile Chabas// "Persephone", Alice Jones// Painting with the Padre, Daniel Garber// Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami// Sunny September, Helen McNicoll// "Autumn Psalm", Julia de Burgos
Sunsets are loved because they vanish.
-- Ray Bradbury
(Cluj, Romania)
2 unusual editions of Bradbury’s ‘Fahrenheit 451’.
Ray Bradbury, the lake
A Medicine for Melancholy, Ray Bradbury