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"To think that thought could live that long! A million years, perhaps, all these thoughts of death and disorder and conquest, lingering in the innocent but poisonous air of the planet, waiting for a real man to give them a channel through which they might issue again in all their senseless virulence."
Asleep in Armageddon, Ray Bradbury
My heart did not beat, it exploded.
I did not warm to a subject, I boiled over.
I have always run fast and yelled loud about a list of great and magical things I knew I simply could not live without.
A Medicine for Melancholy, Ray Bradbury
The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury
The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury, 1972
The Small Assassin, Ray Bradbury
All Summer in a Day, Ray Bradbury
"Science fiction is the art of the possible."
—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
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
Happy Birthday, Ray Bradbury!
August 22, 1920
“I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns.”
The Fog Horn, Ray Bradbury
Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)
ray bradbury - i wonder what's become of sally in driving blind (1997)
“Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.”
— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
October Country
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noon go quickly, ducks and twilights linger, and midnights 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. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
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!
“It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead...”
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
From our stacks: Illustration for "A Sound of Thunder," from The Golden Apples of the Sun. Ray Bradbury. With Drawings by Joe Mugnaini. London: Rupert Hart-Davis, 1972.
I read that a few years ago and it was WILD. I only remember picking it up because it was mentioned in an episode of Criminal Minds and it sounded crazy haha
It really is! I find a lot of Ray Bradbury stories completely out there, ESPECIALLY considering how old they are!
And obligatory favourite quotes, and they are all related to death, because of course, Ray 💀💀💀
Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.
Oh, death in space was most humorous.
And now the great loose brain was disintegrating. The components of the brain which had worked so beautifully and efficiently in the skull case of the rocket ship firing through space were dying one by one; the meaning of their life together was falling apart. And as a body dies when the brain ceases functioning, so the spirit of the ship and their long time together and what they meant to one another was dying.
"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
“But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.”
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
“Why haven’t I stopped to think and smell the last thirty years?”
— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
