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 knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
"Oh, ancient god, whatever your name," whispered Ahmed. "Help this lost son of a good father, this evil boy who meant no… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy. — 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
The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with… — 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
Why all this insistence on the senses? Because in order to convince your reader that he is THERE, you must assault each… — 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
You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor… — 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
I would not see our candle blown out in the wind. It is a small thing, this dear gift of life handed… — 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
