Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes.… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there. Perhaps he had expected… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“Dad, will they ever come back?" "No. And yes." Dad tucked away his harmonica. "No not them. But yes, other people like… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The Greek philosophies teach us that we are a combination of dark and light, good and evil, and murderer and savior, hmm?… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
We meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
They crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman, though she was not running, she was not trying to escape. She… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“As if hypnotized, he felt his gaze rise again to the old highway which swept by with winds that smelled a billion… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“The multicolored or grey lights touching their faces, but never really touching them...” — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
And the lesson was this; sit in the sun, head down, within a prickly vine, in a flickery light, or open light,… — 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
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