That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Nobody moved. Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from?… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“And then there is that day when all around, all around you hear the dropping of the apples, one by one, from… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state.… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
You feed yourself. Make sure you have all the information, whether it's aesthetic, scientific, mathematical, I don't care what it is. Then you walk… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
We were put here as witnesses to the miracle of life. We see the stars, and we want them. We are beholden to give… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
Remember, with writing, what you’re looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.' — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
As a result of reading science fiction when I was eight, I grew up with an interest in music, architecture, city planning, transportation, politics,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
“You can’t learn to write in college. It’s a very bad place for writers because the teachers always think they know more than you… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
We're going to become the martians when we land there. When we explore and build communities, we become the martians. That's a wonderful destiny… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. ... I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
The library is the biggest cracker box factory in the world. The more you eat, the more you want. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
I spent three days a week for 10 years educating myself in the public library, and it's better than college. People should educate themselves… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
If we try to deny the darkness in our souls then we'll become completely dark. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
![“The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.” quote by Ray Bradbury](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/c26/ray-bradbury-75_autumn_the-autumn-leaves-blew-over-the-moonlit_3193476.jpg)
