“The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The world slipped bright over… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.” — 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 Image
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 Image
Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The library is the biggest cracker box factory in the world. The more you eat, the more you want. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
