Ray Douglas Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012) was an American author and screenwriter. He worked in a variety of genres, including fantasy, science fiction, horror, and mystery fiction.
If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.
Men read science fiction to build the future. Women don't need to read it. They are the future.
. . . I mean, you don't just love people, you must LOVE them with exclamation points.
What do you do, go around trying everything once?' he asked. 'Sometimes twice.
We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.
Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.
Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.
With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual,' of course, became the swear word it deserved to be.
No use going to class unless you go to the library.
Life should be touched, not strangled.
Those women like to see their tongues dance.
Action is hope. There is no hope without action.
You're insane!" "I won't argue that point.
So it was the hand that started it all. . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. . . His hands were ravenous.
What's the point of having a library full of books you've already read?
I'm not trying to PREDICT the future. I'm just trying to PREVENT it.
Touch a scientist and you touch a child.
The gift of life is so precious that we should feel an obligation to pay back the universe for the gift of being alive.
Heaven is a house with porch lights.