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[[File:Ray Bradbury (1975).jpg|thumb|right|We are the [[miracle]] of [[force]] and matter making itself over into [[imagination]] and [[will]]. Incredible. The [[Life]] Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The [[Universe]] has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.]]
'''[[wikipedia:Ray Bradbury|Ray Douglas Bradbury]]''' ([[22 August]] [[1920]] – [[5 June]] [[2012]]) was an American fantasy, horror, science fiction, and mystery writer.

==Quotes==
[[File:Ray Bradbury 1959.JPG|thumb|[[Insanity]] is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.]]
[[File:World Fantasy Con III 1977 Ray Bradbury Signing Next to Robert Bloch.jpg|thumb|[[Mysteries]] abound where most we seek for [[answers]].]]
[[File:VanGogh-starry night ballance1.jpg|thumb|right|While our [[art]] cannot, as we [[wish]] it could, save us from [[wars]], privation, [[envy]], [[greed]], old age, or [[death]], it can revitalize us amidst it all.]]
[[File:Ray Bradbury 2009.jpg|thumb| Recreate the [[world]] in your own image and make it better for your having been here.]]
[[File:Raygun.svg|thumb|[[A. E. van Vogt]] was not [[strange]], he was [[kind]]. He gave me [[advice]] and [[helped]] me along the road to becoming what I wanted to become.]]
[[File:LuMaxArt_Golden_Family_With_World_Religions.jpg|thumb|right| At the center of [[religion]] is [[love]] … [[Everything]] in our life should be based on love.]]
[[File:JOIE-01.JPG|thumb|right|[[Joy]] is the [[grace]] we say to [[God]].]]

* There they go, off to [[Venus]], just for the ride, thinking that they will find a planet like a seer's crystal, in which to read a miraculous future. What they'll find, instead, is the somewhat shopworn image of themselves. Mars is a mirror, not a crystal.
** "A Few Notes on ''The Martian Chronicles''", in ''Rhodomagnetic Digest'' (May 1950)

* The jungle looked back at them with a vastness, a breathing moss-and-leaf silence, with a billion diamond and emerald insect eyes.
** "And the Rock Cried Out" (1953), reprinted in ''The Day It Rained Forever'' (1959)

* Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.
** ''The Circus of Dr. Lao'' Introduction (1956)

* Disbelief is catching. It rubs off on people.
** "A Miracle of Rare Device", in ''Playboy'' (January 1962)

* '''All flesh is one: what matter scores'''; <br /> Or color of the suit <br /> Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? <br /> '''All is one bold achievement''', <br /> All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day <br /> When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green…
** "All flesh is one: what matter scores?" in ''When Elephants Last In The Dooryard Bloomed : Celebrations For Almost Any Day In The Year'' (1973)

* '''[[Mysteries]] abound where most we seek for [[answers]].'''
** "All flesh is one: what matter scores?" in ''When Elephants Last In The Dooryard Bloomed : Celebrations For Almost Any Day In The Year'' (1973)

* All silence is. <br /> All emptiness. <br /> And now: <br /> The dawn.
** "[[Emily Dickinson]], where are you? [[Herman Melville]] called your name last night in his sleep!" in ''When Elephants Last In The Dooryard Bloomed : Celebrations For Almost Any Day In The Year'' (1973)

* '''YOUR [[Influence|INFLUENCE]] ON US ALL, FROM 1939 ON, CANNOT BE MEASURED.''' I CAN ONLY SAY I REMEMBER, WARMLY, YOUR MANY KINDNESSES TO ME WHEN I WAS 19–20–21 YEARS OLD. THAT YOUNG MAN BASKED IN YOUR LIGHT AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE GRATEFUL FOR THE HELP YOU OFFERED WHEN I WAS SO POOR & NEEDFUL!
** Letter to [[Robert A. Heinlein]] (1976) · [http://www.lettersofnote.com/2011/09/that-man-basked-in-your-light.html Photograph of note on Bradbury's stationary] <!-- also quoted at [http://io9.com/5840242/amazingly-touching-1976-letter-from-ray-bradbury-to-robert-heinlein-your-influence-on-us-all-cannot-be-measured] -->

* '''We clothe ourselves in flame <br /> And trade new myths for old.''' <br /> The Greek gods christen us <br /> With ghosts of comet swords; <br /> God smiles and names us thus: " <br /> "Arise! Run! Fly, my ''Lords!''"
** "We March Back to Olympus" in ''Where Robot Mice and Robot Men Run Round in Robot Towns'' (1977), p. 11

* '''People ask me to [[predict]] the [[future]], when all I want to do is prevent it. Better yet, build it.''' Predicting the future is much too easy, anyway. You look at the people around you, the street you stand on, the visible air you breathe, and predict more of the same. '''To hell with more. I want better.'''
** ''Beyond 1984: The People Machines'' (1979)

* I wonder how many men, hiding their youngness, rise as I do, Saturday mornings, filled with the hope that Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam and Daffy Duck will be there waiting as our one true always and forever salvation?
** "Why Cartoons Are Forever", ''Los Angeles Times'' (3 December 1989)

* My stories run up and bite me in the leg — I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.
** Introduction to ''The Stories of Ray Bradbury''

* And what, you ask, does writing teach us? <br /> First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right.''' We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation. <br /> So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.'''
** Preface to ''[[w:Zen in the Art of Writing|Zen in the Art of Writing]]'' (1990)

* Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
** Preface to ''[[w:Zen in the Art of Writing|Zen in the Art of Writing]]'' (1990)

* From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. '''We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.'''
** ''Zen in the Art of Writing'' (1990) <!-- page 120 of the mass market paperback edition -->

* Remember: ''Plot'' is no more than footprints left in the snow ''after'' your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. ''Plot'' is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all ''Plot'' ever should be.
** ''[[w:Zen in the Art of Writing|Zen in the Art of Writing]]'' (1990) <!-- page 152 of the PDF version found at raybradbury.ru/stuff/zen_in_the_art_of_writing.pdf-->

* Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.
** ''A Graveyard for Lunatics'' (1990)

* '''Oh God, without them [libraries], what have we? We have no past and we have no future.'''
** ''Mojave'' magazine (November 1990)

* '''The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading.''' Look at the magazines, the newspapers around us – it's all junk, all trash, tidbits of news. The average TV ad has 120 images a minute. Everything just falls off your mind. … '''You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.'''
** As quoted in [http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=19930312&slug=1689996 "Bradbury Still Believes in Heat of ‘Fahrenheit 451’"], interview by Misha Berson, in ''{{w|The Seattle Times}}'' (12 March 1993); later quoted in ''Reader's Digest'' and ''The Times Book of Quotations''. The 1993 ''Seattle Times'' is the earliest verified source located. All other citations come later and either provide a direct reference to the ''Seattle Times''' (chiefly: ''{{w|Reader's Digest}}'', credited to "Ray Bradbury, quoted by Misha Berson in Seattle ''Times''", in "Quotable Quotes", ''The Reader's Digest'', Vol. 144, No. 861, January 1994, p. [http://books.google.com/books?output=html&id=ZqqUAAAAIAAJ&q=%22people+to+stop+reading%22#search_anchor 25]), or an indirect reference to the re-quoting in ''Reader's Digest'' (such as: ''The Times Book of Quotations'' (Philip Howard, ed.), 2000, Times Books and HarperCollins, p. 93
** Variant: We're not teaching kids to read and write and think. … '''There's no reason to burn books if you don't read them.'''
*** As quoted in [http://www.raybradbury.com/articles_peoria.html "At 80, Ray Bradbury Still Fighting the Future He Foresaw"], interview by Roger Moore, in ''The Peoria Journal Star'' (August 2000)

* I've always written at the top of my lungs and from some secret motives within. I have followed the advice of my good friend [[Federico Fellini]] who, when asked about his work, said, "Don't tell me what I'm doing, I don't want to know." 
** Author's Introduction to 2003 Folio Society edition of ''Fahrenheit 451''

* Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.
** ''Brown Daily Herald'' (24 March 1995)

* '''My job is to help you fall in love.'''
** Speech at Brown University (1995)

* Recreate the world in your own image and make it better for your having been here.
** Speech at Brown University (1995)

* '''We were put here as witnesses to the miracle of life. We see the stars, and we want them. We are beholden to give back to the universe.... If we make landfall on another star system, we become immortal.'''
** Speech to National School Board Association (1995)

* The gift of life is so precious that we should feel an obligation to pay back the universe for the gift of being alive.
** Speech at Eureka College (1997)

* '''We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.''' Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. '''The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.'''
** "G. B. S. — Mark V", in ''I Sing the Body Electric: And Other Stories'' (1998)

* The women in my life have all been librarians, English teachers, or booksellers. If they couldn't speak pidgin Tolstoy, articulate Henry James, or give me directions to Usher and Ox, it was no go. I have always longed for education, and pillow talk's the best.
** Foreword to ''A Passion for Books'' (1999) by Harold Rabinowitz and Rob Kaplan

* At the end of June in 1939 I took a bus east to New York to attend the first World Science Fiction convention. On the bus with me I took the June of ''Astounding Science-Fiction'' in which [[w:Coeurl|the short story]] by [[A. E. van Vogt]] appeared. It was an astonishing encounter. In that same issue with him were [[C. L. Moore]] and [[w:Ross Rocklynne|Ross Rocklynne]], a fantastic issue to take with me on that long journey, for I was still a poor unpublished writer selling newspapers on a street corner for ten dollars a week and hoping, someday, to be an established writer myself, but that was still two years off. '''On the way I drank in the words of A.E. Van Vogt and was stunned by what I saw there. He became a deep influence for the next year. <br /> As it turned out, I didn't become A.E. Van Vogt, no one else could, and when I finally met him was pleased to see that the man was as pleasant to be with as were his stories.''' I knew him over a long period of years and he was a kind and wonderful gentleman, a real asset to the Science Fantasy Society in L.A., where there are a lot of strange people. '''A.E. Van Vogt was not [[strange]], he was [[kind]].''' He gave me advice and helped me along the road to becoming what I wanted to become.
** As quoted in [http://www.sfrevu.com/ISSUES/2000/ARTICLES/20000128-03.htm#SF%20Authors%20Remeber%20A.E.%20van%20Vogt SF Authors Remember A.E. van Vogt (2000)]

* If you can't read and write you can't think. Your thoughts are dispersed if you don't know how to read and write. '''You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.'''
** Salon.com (29 August 2001)

* Video games are a waste of time for men with nothing else to do. Real brains don't do that. On occasion? Sure. As relaxation? Great. But not full time— And a lot of people are doing that. And while they're doing that, I'll go ahead and write another novel.
** Salon.com (29 August 2001)

* Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid.
** Salon Magazine (29 August 2001)

* I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true — hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.
** As quoted in ''Ray Bradbury: The Uncensored Biography'' (2006) by Gene Beley, p. 284

* '''I believe the universe created us — we are an audience for miracles.''' In that sense, I guess, I'm religious.
** ''AARP Magazine'' (July-August 2008)

* '''A life's work should be based on love.'''
** Barnes & Nobel Santa Monica Promenade Book Signing (2008){{source}}

* There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.
** BookExpo America, Los Angeles (May 2008). Reported in ''[http://www.usatoday.com/money/economy/2008-06-01-1819108364_x.htm USA Today]'' (June 1, 2008) and ''[http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/jun/03/news.amazon The Guardian]'' (3 June 2008)

* '''At the center of religion is love. I love you and I forgive you. I am like you and you are like me. I love all people. I love the world. I love creating. Everything in our life should be based on love.'''
** As quoted in [http://articles.cnn.com/2010-08-02/living/Bradbury_1_ray-bradbury-dandelion-wine-sam-weller?_s=PM:LIVING "Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" by John Blake, ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010)], p. 1

* Joy is the grace we say to God.
** As quoted in "Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" by John Blake, ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010), p. 2

* '''We must move into the universe. Mankind must save itself. We must escape the danger of war and politics. We must become astronauts and go out into the universe and discover the God in ourselves.'''
** As quoted in "Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" by John Blake, ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010), p. 3

* We have too many cellphones. We've got too many Internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.
** [http://herocomplex.latimes.com/2010/08/16/ray-bradbury-is-sick-of-big-government-our-country-is-in-need-of-a-revolution/ "Ray Bradbury hates big government: ‘Our country is in need of a revolution’" in ''The Los Angeles Times : Hero Complex'' (16 August 2010)]

* If you're reluctant to weep, you won't live a full and complete life.
** [http://www.oregonlive.com/opinion/index.ssf/2012/06/personal_lessons_from_futurist.html Personal lessons from futurist Ray Bradbury on crying, escaping, laughing, by Mick Mortlock; ''Oregon Live'' (6 June 2012)]

* I write fantasy. The only science fiction I have written is ''Fahrenheit 451''. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen. It has happened.
** <small>[http://www.cosmolearning.com/videos/a-conversation-with-ray-bradbury-2001-1131/ A Conversation with Ray Bradbury - Point Loma Nazarene University, Writer's Symposium By The Sea; April, 2001]</small>

* I am not a science fiction writer. I am a fantasy writer. But the label got put on me and stuck.
**<small>[http://lists.topica.com/lists/gsn-newsday-list/read/message.html?sort=t&mid=911788456 Ray Bradbury interview] March 23, 2005</small>

===''[[w:The Martian Chronicles|The Martian Chronicles]]'' (1950)===
[[File:Brocken-tanzawa2.JPG|thumb|right|There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.]]
* The rocket stood in the cold winter morning, making summer with every breath of its mighty exhausts. The rocket made climates, and summer lay for a brief moment upon the land.
** ''Rocket Summer'' (1950)

* [[Marriage]] made people old and familiar, while still young.
** ''Ylla'' (1950)

* We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big beautiful things. The only reason we didn’t set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.
** ''—And the Moon Be Still as Bright'' (1948)

* I have something to [[fight]] for and live for; that makes me a better killer. I’ve got what amounts to a [[religion]], [[now]].
** ''—And the Moon Be Still as Bright'' (1948)

* '''They began by [[controlling]] [[books]] of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, [[political]] [[bias]], [[religious]] [[prejudice]], union pressures; there was always a minority [[afraid]] of something, and a great majority afraid of the [[Darkness|dark]], afraid of the [[future]], afraid of the [[past]], afraid of the [[present]], afraid of [[themselves]] and [[shadows]] of themselves.'''
** ''Usher II'' (1950)

* I’m being [[Irony|ironic]]. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it’s not polite.
** ''Usher II'' (1950)

* [[Ignorance]] is [[fatal]].
** ''Usher II'' (1950)

* The [[gods]] had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.
** ''There Will Come Soft Rains'' (1950)

* Timothy looked at the deep ocean [[sky]], trying to see [[Earth]] and the war and the ruined cities and the men killing each other since the day he was born. But he saw nothing. The war was as removed and far off as two flies battling to the death in the arch of a great high and silent cathedral. And just as senseless... <br /> “What are you looking at so hard, Dad?” <br /> “I was looking for Earthian logic, common sense, good government, peace, and responsibility.” <br /> “All that up there?” <br /> “No. I didn’t find it. It’s not there any more. Maybe it’ll never be there again. Maybe we fooled ourselves that it was ever there.”
** ''The Million-Year Picnic'' (1946)

===''[[w:The Illustrated Man|The Illustrated Man]]'' (1951)===
* We think, I’m not a fool today. I’ve learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.
** ''No Particular Night or Morning'' (1951)

** Peekaboo.
** Zero Hour

===''[[w:Fahrenheit 451|Fahrenheit 451]]'' (1953)===
[[File:Double-alaskan-rainbow.jpg|thumb|right|Stuff your [[eyes]] with [[wonder]] . . . [[live]] as if you'd drop [[dead]] in ten seconds. See the [[world]]. It's more fantastic than any [[dream]] made or paid for in factories.]]
{{main|Fahrenheit 451}}
* A [[book]] is a loaded gun in the house next door.
** Part 1, "The Hearth and the Salamander"

* With schools 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.
** Part 1, "The Hearth and the Salamander"

* '''If you don't want a man unhappy [[politically]], don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.'''
** Part 1, "The Hearth and the Salamander"

* You can't guarantee things like that! After all, when we ''had'' all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we ''do'' need a breather. '''We ''do'' need [[knowledge]].''' And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. '''The books are to remind us what asses and [[fools]] we are.'''
**Part 2, "The Sieve and the Sand"

* '''If you hide your [[ignorance]], no one will hit you, and you'll never [[learn]].'''
**Part 2, "The Sieve and the Sand"

* Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world? Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are? I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?
**Part 2, "The Sieve and the Sand"

* Montag, you're looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I said nothing. I'm one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the "guilty," but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself.
**Part 2, "The Sieve and the Sand"

* '''Stuff your eyes with [[wonder]] . . . [[live]] as if you'd drop [[dead]] in ten seconds. See the [[world]]. It's more fantastic than any [[dream]] made or paid for in factories.'''
**Part 3, "Burning Bright"

* '''But you can't make people [[listen]].''' They have to come round in their own [[time]], wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.
**Part 3, "Burning Bright"

====Coda (1979)====
:<small>Afterword to the 1979 edition of ''Fahrenheit 451''. </small>
[[File:Streichholz.jpg|thumb|right|There is more than one way to burn a [[book]]. And the [[world]] is full of people running about with lit matches.]]
* '''There is more than one way to burn a [[book]]. And the [[world]] is full of people running about with lit matches.''' Every minority, be it Baptist/[[Unitarian]], Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/[[Zen]] [[Buddhist]], Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. '''Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his [[guillotine]] and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.'''

* Only six months ago, I discovered that, over the years, some cubby-hole editors at Ballantine Books, fearful of contaminating the young, had, bit by bit, censored some 75 separate sections from the novel. Students, reading the novel which, after all, deals with the censorship and book-burning in the future, wrote to tell me of this exquisite [[irony]]. Judy-Lynn Del Rey, one of the new Ballantine editors, is having the entire book reset and republished this summer with all the damns and hells back in place.

* '''For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws.''' But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run and rule. If Mormons do not like my plays, let them write their own. If the Irish hate my Dublin stories, let them rent typewriters. If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.

* '''For, let's face it, digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones. Laurence Sterne said it once: Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine, the life, the soul of reading! Take them out and one cold eternal winter would reign in every page. Restore them to the writer - he steps forth like a bridegroom, bids them all-hail, brings in variety and forbids the appetite to fail.'''

=== ''[[w:The Golden Apples of the Sun|The Golden Apples of the Sun]]'' (1953) ===
* The monster cried out at the tower. The foghorn blew. The monster roared again. The foghorn blew. The monster opened its great toothed mouth, and the sound that came from it was the sound of the foghorn itself.
** ''The Foghorn,'' first published in ''The Saturday Evening Post'' (1951) with the title "The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms"

* All floated upon an evening carrousel, with fitful drifts of music wafting up here and there, and voices calling and murmuring from houses that were whitely haunted by television.
** ''The Wilderness'' (1952)

* On the whole, the change had done Huxley a share of good. Death made him a handsomer man to deal with. You could talk to him now and he’d have to listen.
** ''The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl'' (1948)

* In touch! There’s a slimy phrase. Touch, hell. Gripped! Pawed, rather. Mauled and massaged and pounded by FM voices.
** ''The Murderer'' (1953)

* “And what happened next?” <br /> “Silence happened next. God, it was ''beautiful.”''
** ''The Murderer'' (1953)

* The telephone rang like a spoiled brat.
** ''The Murderer'' (1953)

* Then I went in and shot the televisor, that insidious beast, that Medusa, which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little, but myself always going back, going back hoping and waiting until—bang!
** ''The Murderer'' (1953)

* “I believe,” said the first lady, “that our souls are in our hands. For we do everything to the world with our hands. Sometimes I think we don’t use our hands half enough; it’s certain we don’t use our heads.”
** ''Embroidery'' (1951)

* I’ve done a prideful thing, a thing more sinful than she ever done to me. I took the bottom out of her life.
** ''The Great Wide World Over There'' (1953)

* Hers was simply not a pew-shaped spine. <br /> “I just never had a reason ever to sit in a church,” she had told people. She wasn’t vehement about it. She just walked around and lived and moved her hands that were pebble-smooth and pebble-small. Work had polished the nails of those hands with a polish you could never buy in a bottle. The touching of children had made them soft, and the raising of children had made them temperately stern, and the loving of a husband had made them gentle.
** ''Powerhouse'' (1948)

* [[Insanity]] is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.
** ''[[w:The Meadow|The Meadow]]'' (1947), originally a radio play for the ''[[w:World Security Workshop|World Security Workshop]]''; later revised into a short story for this anthology.

=== ''[[w:The October Country|The October Country]]'' (1955) ===
* THE OCTOBER COUNTRY …that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain…
** Epigraph

* “Don’t these people ever get [[loneliness|lonely]]?” <br /> “They’re used to it this way.” <br /> “Don’t they get afraid, then?” <br /> ”They have a religion for that.” <br /> “I wish ''I'' had a religion.” <br /> “The minute you get a [[religion]] you stop thinking,” he said. “Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.”
** ''The Next in Line'' (1947)

* More murders are committed at ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit than any other temperature. Over one hundred, it’s too hot to move. Under ninety, cool enough to survive. But right ''at'' ninety-two degrees lies the apex of irritability, everything is itches and hair and sweat and cooked pork. The brain becomes a rat rushing around a red-hot maze. The least thing, a word, a look, a sound, the drop of a hair and—irritable murder.
** ''Touched With Fire'' (1954)

* “It will only take a minute,” said Uncle Einar’s sweet wife. <br /> “I refuse,” he said. “And that takes but a ''second.”''
** ''Uncle Einar'' (1947)

* “Oh,” said Brunilla, the cow-searcher. “A man with wings.” <br /> That was how she took it. She was startled, yes, but she had never been hurt in her life, so she wasn’t afraid of anyone, and it was a fancy thing to see a winged man and she was proud to meet him.
** ''Uncle Einar'' (1947)

* Anna said, “Must they have a reason?” <br /> “No, not if they’re [[insanity|insane]], no,” said Juliet. “In that case no reasons are necessary.”
** ''The Cistern'' (1947)

* He stood very straight and thought of nothing, or at least thought of thinking nothing.
** ''Homecoming'' (1946)

* All the sadder that Stone, on the brink of his greatest work, turned one day and went off to live in a town we shall call Obscurity by the sea best named The Past.
** ''The Wonderful Death of Dudley Stone'' (1954)

=== ''[[w:Dandelion Wine|Dandelion Wine]]'' (1957) ===
:<small>The chapters, most of which were originally published as standalone stories, are not numbered in the book. Page numbers here are taken from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Spectra as part of The Grand Master Editions.</small>

* The first thing you learn in life is you’re a fool. The last thing you learn in life is you’re the same fool.
** p. 62

* Well, I can’t waste a morning arguing with ten-year olds. Needless to say, I was ten myself once and just as silly.
** p. 71

* Oh, God, children are children, old women are old women, and nothing in between. They can’t imagine a change they can’t see.
** p. 74

* Old men only lie in wait for people to ask them to talk. Then they rattle on like a rusty elevator wheezing up a shaft.
** p. 81

* “No,” said the old man, deep under. “I don’t remember anyone winning anywhere any time. War’s never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns.”
** p. 85

* Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people, becomes improbable with distance. Just as I am improbable here, in Illinois, in a small town by a quiet lake. All of us improbable to one another because we are not present to one another.
** p. 134

* “I don’t know,” he admitted. <br /> “Well.” She started pouring tea. “To start things off, what do you think of the world?” <br /> “I don’t know anything.” <br /> “The beginning of wisdom, as they say. When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re ''twenty''-seven if you ''still'' know everything you’re still seventeen.” <br /> “You seem to have learned quite a lot over the years.” <br /> “It is the privilege of old people to seem to know everything. But it’s an act and a mask, like every other act and mask. Between ourselves, we old ones wink at each other and smile, saying, How do you like ''my'' mask, ''my'' act, ''my'' certainty? Isn’t life a play? Don’t I play it well?” <br /> They both laughed quietly.
** p. 142

* Kindness and intelligence are the preoccupations of age. Being cruel and thoughtless is far more fascinating when you’re twenty.
** p. 147

* I’m not afraid. When you live as long as I’ve lived, you lose that, too. I never liked lobster in my life, and mainly because I’d never tried it. On my eightieth birthday I tried it. I can’t say I’m greatly excited over lobster still, but I have no doubt as to its taste now, and I don’t fear it. I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it.
** p. 150

* I’ve alway known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It’s essentially nocturnal. But what of the mind which is born of the sun, William, and must spend thousands of hours of a lifetime awake and aware? Can you balance off the body, that pitiful, selfish thing of night against a whole lifetime of sun and intellect? I don’t know.
** p. 151

* The sun did not rise, it overflowed.
** p. 211

* Grandma, he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the center of creation, all things revolved about it; it was the pediment that sustained the temple.
** p. 223

* And then, quite suddenly, summer was over.
** p. 235

* Next year’s going to be even bigger, days will be brighter, nights longer and darker, more people dying, more babies born, and me in the middle of it all.
** pp. 235-236

===''[[w:Something Wicked This Way Comes (novel)|Something Wicked This Way Comes]]'' (1962)===
* "You take a man half-bad and a woman half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between. That's you [our son]."
** Chapter 28

* "For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles -- breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.”
** Chapter 38

* "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 works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people."
** Chapter 38

* "Will sensed a stir in Jim's house; Jim, too, with his fine dark antennae, must have felt the waters part high over town to let a Leviathan pass."
** Chapter 29

===''[[w:R Is for Rocket|R Is for Rocket]]'' (1962)===
* The stars are yours, if you have the head, the hands, and the heart for them.
** Introduction

* Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.
** ''Here There Be Tygers'' (1951)

* “War!” <br /> The thought stood in Sim’s brain. It shocked and beat at him. These men were running to fight, to kill, over there in those small black cliffs where other people lived. <br /> But why? Wasn’t life short enough without fighting and killing?
** ''Frost and Fire'' (1946)

* Those who live in the best cliffs think they are better than us. That is always man’s attitude when he has power.
** ''Frost and Fire'' (1946)

* “It will only take a minute,” said Uncle Einar’s sweet wife. <br /> “I refuse,” he said. “And that takes but a second.”
** ''Uncle Einar'' (1947)

* Beware, Charlie, old men only lie in wait for people to ask them to talk. Then they rattle on like a rusty elevator wheezing up a shaft.
** ''The Time Machine'' (1955)

* “You remember winning, don’t you? A battle won, somewhere?” <br /> “No,” said the old man, deep under. “I don’t remember anyone winning anywhere any time. War’s never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns.
** ''The Time Machine'' (1955)

===''[[w:I Sing the Body Electric! (short story collection)|I Sing the Body Electric!]]'' (1969)===
:<small> See [https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/ea.cgi?194 Ray Bradbury's Internet Science Fiction Database page] for original publication details </small>
:<small> Page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Books in 1971, {{ISBN|0-553-20545-5}}, 12th printing (August 1981)  </small>
:<small> Italics and ellipsis as in the book </small>

* “You really talk,” he said.<br>“Compulsive,” I said.”<br>“You’d make a lousy writer,” he said. “I never knew a writer yet who was a good talker.”
** ''The Kilimanjaro Device'' (p. 9)

* I’d hate to have you running hell, the lost souls would never get fried!
** ''The Terrible Conflagration up at the Place'' (p. 14)

* There’s too much chance for shock. And yet I must tell her the truth. A doctor gets nowhere by lying to his patient.
** ''Tomorrow’s Child'' (p. 34)

* You’re a has-been that never was. And you’re going to stay that way, spoiled and narcissistic and small and mean and rotten.
** ''Downwind from Gettysburg'' (p. 86)

* “You move against my ethics,” said the priest.<br>“A drowning man clutches at anything,” said Nolan, “and ethics may drown with him if ''that’s'' what he grabs instead of a life belt.”
** ''The Cold Wind and the Warm'' (p. 107)

* “Off the mount, Nolan,” said the priest, “and enough of the sermon. What’s your point?”
** ''The Cold Wind and the Warm'' (p. 108)

* I have hit forty, forty has hit me, like a locomotive.
** ''The Haunting of the New'' (p. 143)

* He knew that most machines are amoral, neither bad nor good. But by the way you built and shaped them you in turn shaped men, women, and children to be bad or good. A car, for instance, dead brute, unthinking, an unprogrammed bulk, is the greatest destroyer of souls in history. It makes boy-men greedy for power, destruction, and more destruction. It was never ''intended'' to do that. But that's how it turned out. 
** ''I Sing the Body Electric!'' (p. 180)

* And though the debate may run another hundred thousand years: What is Love? perhaps we may find that love is the ability of someone to give us back to us. Maybe love is someone seeing and remembering, handing us back to ourselves just a trifle better than we had dared to hope or dream...
** ''I Sing the Body Electric!'' (p. 182)

* She knew a thing she should have known all along: that dead people are like wax memory—you take them in your mind, you shape and squeeze them, push a bump here, stretch one out there, pull the body tall, shape and reshape, handle, sculp and finish a man-memory until he’s all out of kilter.
** ''The Tombling Day'' (p. 196)

* But all the little inside-people sitting around in her head would rock back in their tiny rockers and cackle and say, “You ain’t foolin’ us none, Grandma.”
** ''The Tombling Day'' (p. 197)

* Oh, oh. Here he comes, Moses crossing a Black Sea of bile.
** ''Any Friend of Nicholas Nickleby’s is a Friend of Mine'' (p. 211)

* You know and I know, I am Mr. Nobody from Nowhere, on my way to Eternity with a dead flashlight and no candles.
** ''Any Friend of Nicholas Nickleby’s is a Friend of Mine'' (p. 214)

* Some laugh, some cry, some bang the world with fists, some run, but it all sums up the same: they ''make do.''<br>The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.
** ''Any Friend of Nicholas Nickleby’s is a Friend of Mine'' (p. 219)

* The library was like a stone quarry where no rain had fallen in ten thousand years.<br>Way off in that direction: silence.<br>Way off in that direction: hush.<br>It was the time between things finished and things begun. Nobody died here. Nobody was born. The library, and all its books, just ''were.''
** ''Any Friend of Nicholas Nickleby’s is a Friend of Mine'' (p. 222)

* In sum, my contact lenses had made me fifteen years old again. That is: festering, self-crucified bundle of doubt, horror, and absolute imperfection. The worst age in all one’s life had returned to haunt me with its pimpled, bumpy ghost.
** ''The Man in the Rorschach Shirt'' (p. 249)

* I am a beautiful woman. I have been beautiful all of my life. Which means that from the start people lied because they simply wished to be with me. I grew up surrounded by the untruths of men, women, and children who could not risk my displeasure. When beauty pouts, the world trembles.<br>Have you ever seen a beautiful woman surrounded by men, seen them nodding, nodding? Heard their laughter? Men will laugh at anything a beautiful woman says. Hate themselves, yes, but they will laugh, say no for yes and yes for no.
** ''The Lost City of Mars'' (pp. 271-272)

* And then, the stars came out. It was like that first night of childhood when his father had taken him out beyond the city to a hill where the lights could not diminish the Universe. And there were a thousand, no ten thousand, no ten million billion stars filling the darkness. The stars were manifold and bright, and they did not care. Even then he had known: they do not care. If I breathe or do not breathe, live or die, the eyes that look from all around don’t care.
** ''The Lost City of Mars'' (p. 289)

=== ''[[w:The Halloween Tree|The Halloween Tree]]'' (1972) ===
:<small> Page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Spectra as part of The Grand Master Editions, {{ISBN|0-553-25823-0}} </small>
:<small> Italics and formatting as in the book </small>

* ''It’s big, it’s broad…<br>It’s broad, it’s bright…<br>It fills the sky of All Hallow’s Night…<br>The strangest sight you’ve ever seen.<br>The Monster Tree on Halloween.''
** Chapter 5 (pp. 28-29)

* The scythe fell and lay in the grass like a lost smile.
** Chapter 7 (p. 50)

* The days of the Long Cold are done. Because of this one brave, new-thinking man, summer lives in the winter cave.
** Chapter 10 (p. 73)

* ''O autumn winds that bake and burn<br>And all the world to darkness turn,<br>Now storm and seize and make of me…<br>A swarm of leaves from Autumn’s Tree!''
** Chapter 11 (p. 79)

* “What’s happening, Mr. Moundshroud? Where are we?”<br>Moundshroud struck a flinty finger into fire and held it up. “Why, bless me, boys. It’s the Dark Ages. The longest darkest night ever.”
** Chapter 13 (p. 96)

* ''Mr. Moundshroud, who are YOU?''<br>And Mr. Moundshroud, way up there on the roof, sent his thoughts back:<br>''I think you know, boy, I think you know.<br>Will we meet again, Mr. Moundshroud?<br>Many years from now, yes, I’ll come for you.''<br>And a last thought from Tom:<br>''O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death?''<br>And the thought returned:<br>''When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.''
** Chapter 19 (pp. 178-179)

=== Christ, Old Student in a New School (1972) ===
:<small> First published in ''Again, Dangerous Visions'' (1972) edited by [[Harlan Ellison]] </small>
[[File:Yungay6.jpg|thumb|right|Oh come, please come, to the Poor Mouth Fair <br /> Where the [[Saints]] kneel round in their underwear <br /> And say out [[prayers]] that most [[need]] saying <br /> For needful [[sinners]] who've forgotten [[praying]] ]]
[[File:Cristo Redentor - Rio.jpg|thumb|right|When, trussed and bound and nailed, <br /> You [[sacrifice]] your [[life]], your [[liberty]] <br /> You hang yourself upon the tenterhook. <br /> Pull [[free]]!]]
<!-- [[File:El Greco 011.jpg|thumb|right|You are the [[dead]] <br /> You the assassin of yourself]] --> 
[[File:Soldiers and Sailors Monument detail.jpg|thumb|Why have you been so [[blind]]? <br /> Why have you never [[seen]]? <br /> The [[slave]] and [[master]] in one skin <br /> Is all your [[history]], no more, no less, <br /> [[Confess]]! This is what you've been.]] 
[[File:Catedral01.jpg|thumb|right|[[Christ]], who once was employed as single [[Son]] of [[God]] <br /> Now finds Himself among three billion on a billion <br /> Brother sons, their arms thrown wide to grasp and hold <br /> and walk them everywhere…]]
[[File:Cristo degli abissi.jpg|thumb|right|Leave off losings, and take on winnings, Erase all mortal [[ends]], give [[birth]] to only new [[beginnings]], <br /> In a billion years of [[morning]] and a billion years of sleep.]]
* '''Oh come, please come, to the Poor Mouth Fair <br /> Where the [[Saints]] kneel round in their underwear <br /> And say out [[prayers]] that most [[need]] saying <br /> For needful [[sinners]] who've forgotten [[praying]]'''; <br /> And in every alcove and niche you spy <br /> The living dead who envy the long since gone <br /> Who never wished to die.

* And from above a voice fused half in iron <br /> Half in irony gives man a dreadful choice. <br /> The role is his, it says, Man makes and loads his own strange dice, <br /> They sum at his behest, <br /> '''He dooms himself. He is his own sad jest.''' <br /> Let go? Let be? <br /> Why do you ask this gift from Me? <br /> '''When, trussed and bound and nailed, <br /> You sacrifice your life, your liberty <br /> You hang yourself upon the tenterhook. <br /> Pull free!'''

* You make to die <br /> '''You are the dead <br /> You the assassin of yourself'''.

* '''You are the jailer and the jailed''', <br /> You the impaler and the one that your own <br /> Million-fleshed self in dreams by night <br /> do hold in thrall and now at noon must kill.

* '''Why have you been so blind?''' <br /> Why have you never seen? <br /> '''The slave and master in one skin <br /> Is all your history, no more, no less, ''' <br /> Confess! This is what you've been.

* The crowd upon the cross gives anguished roar; <br /> A moment terrible to hear.

* '''Man warring on himself an old tale is'''; <br /> But Man discovering the source of all his sorrow in himself, <br /> Finding his left hand and his right <br /> Are similar sons, are children fighting <br /> In the porchyards of the void?!

* '''That so much time was wasted in this pain.''' <br /> Ten thousand years ago he might have let off down <br /> To not return again! <br /> '''A dreadful laugh at last escapes his lips; <br /> The laughter sets him free. <br /> A Fool lives in the Universe! he cries. <br /> The Fool is me!''' <br /> And with one final shake of laughter <br /> Breaks his bonds. <br /> The nails fall skittering to marble floors. <br /> And [[w:Christ|Christ]], knelt at the rail, sees miracle <br /> '''As Man steps down in amiable wisdom <br /> To give himself what no one else can give: <br /> His liberty.'''

* Trapped in the blood, athirst for air, <br /> Christ, who once was employed as single Son of God <br /> Now finds Himself among three billion on a billion <br /> Brother sons, their arms thrown wide to grasp and hold <br /> and walk them everywhere <br /> Now weaving this, now weaving that in swoons…

* Ten thousand times a million sons of sons move <br /> Through one great and towering town <br /> ''' Wearing their wits, which means their laughter, <br /> As their crown. Set free upon the earth <br /> By simple gifts of knowing how mere mirth can cut the bonds <br /> And pull the blood spikes out'''; <br /> Their conversation shouts of "Fool!"

* '''A single face turned upward toward all Time <br /> One flesh, one ecstasy, one peace.'''

* '''I am the dreamer and the doer <br /> I the hearer and the knower <br /> I the giver and the taker <br /> I the sword and the wound of sword.''' <br /> If this be true, then let sword fall free from hand. <br /> I embrace myself. <br /> '''I laugh until I weep <br /> And weep until I smile'''…

* '''Leave off losings, and take on winnings, Erase all mortal ends, give birth to only new beginnings, <br /> In a billion years of morning and a billion years of sleep.'''

===''[[w:Long After Midnight|Long After Midnight]]'' (1976)===
:<small> See [https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/ea.cgi?194 Ray Bradbury's Internet Science Fiction Database page] for original publication details </small>
:<small> Page numbers from the first mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Books in 1978, {{ISBN|0-553-10882-4}}, 1st printing </small>
:<small> Italics and ellipsis as in the book </small>

* “Recant!” Create a voice “confess and recant! Recant!”<br>“There is nothing to confess, therefore no need for recantation,” said the old man quietly.
** ''G.B.S.—Mark V'' (p. 73)

* How sad. The city unwrapped you like a candy bar and ate you all up. You’re nothing but a dusty milk bottle left on a tenement porch, a spider building a nest across the top. Traffic din pounded your marrow to dust. Subway sucked your breath like a cat sucks the soul of a babe. Vacuum cleaners got your brain. Alcohol dissolved the rest. Typewriters and computers took your final dregs in and out their tripes, printed you on paper, punched you in confettis, threw you down a sewer vent. TV scribbled you in nervous tics on old ghost screens. Your final bones will be carried off by a big angry bulldog crosstown bus holding you munched in its big rubber-lipped mouth door.
** ''Drink Entire: Against the Madness of Crowds'' (p. 121)

* God gives us dreadful gifts. The most dreadful of all is memory.
** ''The Wish'' (p. 172)

* You’re not God, are you? You don’t look like him.
** ''Forever and the Earth'' (p. 182)

* A few days before the picnic, he had found a photograph of his father twenty-five years younger, standing with a group of friends at college. The photograph had disturbed him, made him aware as he had not been before of the passing of time, the swift flow of the years away from youth. A picture taken of him as he was now would, in twenty-five years, look as strange to his own children as his father’s picture did to him—unbelievably young, a stranger out of a strange, never-returning time.
** ''The Pumpernickel'' (p. 252)

* The weather said it had been here forever, man was hardly here at all, and would soon be gone.
** ''Long After Midnight'' (p. 255)

* “I didn’t mean…” said laughing.<br>“Nobody means, but everybody says, and luckily I got the hide of an iguana.”
** ''Long After Midnight'' (p. 257)

* Kid, don’t tell us what we should be when you don’t even know what we ''are.''
** ''Long After Midnight'' (p. 259)

===''[[w:The Toynbee Convector (short story collection)|The Toynbee Convector]]'' (1988)===
:<small> See [https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/ea.cgi?194 Ray Bradbury's Internet Science Fiction Database page] for original publication details </small>
:<small> Page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Spectra in June 1989, {{ISBN|0-553-27957-2}}, first printing </small>

* He struck off into the forest, idly, drawn steadily by a sound that was large enough to fill the universe, the sound of a river going somewhere and not caring; the most beautiful sound of all.
** ''One Night in Your Life'' (p. 38)

* He waked through the green forest and listened to the various silences there. Not one silence, but several; the silence that the moss made underfoot, the silence the shadows made depending from the trees, the silence of small streams exploring tiny countries on all sides as he came into a clearing.
** ''One Night in Your Life'' (p. 40)

* “Watch your liver!” said his mother.<br>“Is that a threat, or a toast?” said his father.
** ''I Suppose You Are Wondering Why We Are Here?'' (p. 79)

* I felt that killing wrench men feel when beauty passes and will not pass again. You want to cry out: Stay. I love you. But you do not speak. And the summer walks away in her flesh, never to return.
** ''Banshee'' (p. 103)

* “You go against the letter of the law!”<br>“No,” explained the priest, calmly, “we but shift the punctuation, cross new t’s, dot new i’s.”
** ''One for His Lordship, and One for the Road!'' (p. 137)

* Whole town out there is up to their earholes in watchsprings, no hands on the clocks, afraid to get up every morning and find it’s always always and forever Sunday!
** ''Colonel Stonesteel’s Genuine Home-made Truly Egyptian Mummy'' (p. 216)

=== Bradbury Talk Likely to Feature the Unexpected (1994) ===
:<small>Quotes from "Bradbury Talk Likely to Feature the Unexpected" by Anne Gasior, ''Dayton Daily News'' (1 October 1994), City Edition, Lifestyle/Weekendlife Section, p. 1 · Republished in [http://diginole.lib.fsu.edu/islandora/object/fsu:168044/datastream/PDF/ ''Conversations with Ray Bradbury'' (2003) by Steven Louis Aggelis (PDF), p. 104]</small> 
* Q: How many times have people attempted to ban your work?<br />RB: Very rarely, occasionally by little frogs in little puddles. It’s never anything serious. <br /> This comes up in any society where people have different opinions. You’re a Catholic and I’m a Baptist and we may have problems. If you’re a homosexual and I’m heterosexual, we may have problems. You’re black and I’m white. You’ve got all these differences and people get sensitive and they want to change all the books. And you have to tell them to go sit down somewhere.

* I didn’t write ''[[Fahrenheit 451]]'' about us. I wrote it about [[Stalin]] and [[Mussolini]] and [[Hitler]]. … I may not even talk about book banning if I don’t feel like it. I don’t prepare anything ahead. I have a dozen subjects to talk about because I write plays and poetry and essays, short stories and novels and screenplays and teleplays and operas. I’ll get lost, and the audience will have a wonderful time. And I’ll get a standing ovation, and they’ll go home.

*  I’m working on a screenplay of ''Fahrenheit 451'' that will star [[Mel Gibson]]. It will be better than the original because they left a lot of things out of the first film. … It works even better because we have [[political correctness]] now. Political correctness is the real enemy these days. The black groups want to control our thinking and you can’t say certain things. The homosexual groups don’t want you to criticize them. It’s thought control and freedom of speech control.

* I’m a [[magician]] who writes about ideas. I’m not a science-fiction writer. People who call me that are wrong. Most of what I write is fantasy or magic realism or plays about my Mexican-American background. 

* Q: What would you put on your suggested reading list? <br />RB: All the plays of [[George Bernard Shaw]]. I go back to [[Shakespeare]] constantly. I go back to the great poets. And there are a lot of women in my life. [[Edith Wharton]] has been part of my life for at least 45 years, and she’s been discovered in the last few years because of ''[[The Age of Innocence (1993 film)|The Age of Innocence]]''. [[Willa Cather]], [[Eudora Welty]], these are all very important women writers. And then you pick up the short stories of [[Steinbeck]] and [[Hemingway]]. [[F. Scott Fitzgerald]] is certainly our greatest American writer in the last 60 years.

=== ''Playboy'' interview (1996)===
[[File:Playboy Club Bar.jpg|thumb| In [[science fiction]], we [[dream]].]]
:<small>[http://www.raybradbury.com/articles_playboy.html "About Ray Bradbury", in ''Playboy'' (May 1996)]</small>
[[File:Christopher Isherwood 5 Allan Warren.jpg|thumb|[[w:The Martian Chronicles|My book had just come out]], so I grabbed a copy off the shelf, signed it and [[Christopher Isherwood|gave it to him]]. His [[face]] fell and my [[heart]] sank, but two days later he called … His rave turned my [[life]] around; the book immediately made the best-seller lists and has been in print ever since.]]
[[File:Burns allen 1952.JPG|thumb| [[George Burns|George]] no [[doubt]] thought he could get me off his back by using my [[words]] for one of the eight-line vignettes he had [[Gracie Allen|Gracie]] close their broadcasts with. I wanted to live that special [[life]] [[forever]]. ]]
* '''In [[science fiction]], we [[dream]].''' In order to colonize in [[space]], to rebuild our [[cities]], which are so far out of whack, to tackle any number of problems, we must [[imagine]] the [[future]], including the new [[technologies]] that are required.

* '''The way to [[teach]] in this [[world]] is to pretend you're not teaching.''' Science fiction offers the [[chance]] to pretend to look the other way while teaching. Science fiction is also a great way to pretend you are writing about the future when in reality you are attacking the recent [[past]] and the [[present]]. '''You can criticize [[communists]], [[racists]], [[fascists]] or any other clear and present [[danger]], and they can't imagine you are writing about them.'''

* We all love [[toys]]. I'm toy oriented. I write about toys. I've got a lot of toys. Hundreds of things. But [[computers]] are toys, and men like to mess around with smart dumb things. They [[feel]] [[creative]]. … People are talking about the Internet as a creative tool for writers. I say, "B.S. Stay away from that. Stop talking to people around the world and get your [[work]] done."

* Don't tell me how to write my novel. Don't tell me you've got a better ending for it. '''I have no [[time]] for that.'''

* '''We should be back on the [[moon]] right [[now]].''' And we should be going off to Mars immediately. … How come we're looking at our shoes instead of at the great nebula in Orion? Where did we mislay the moon and back off from Mars? The [[problem]] is, of course, our [[politicians]], men who have no [[romance]] in their [[hearts]] or dreams in their heads.

* If [[NASA]]'s budgeters could be convinced that there are riches on Mars, we would explode overnight to stand on the rim of the Martian abyss. '''We need space for reasons we have not as yet discovered, and I don't mean Tupperware.''' … NASA feels it has to justify everything it does in practical terms. <br /> And Tupperware was one of the many practical products that came out of space travel. NASA feels it has got to flimflam you to get you to spend money on space. That's B.S. We don't need that. '''Space travel is [[life]]-enhancing, and anything that's life-enhancing is worth doing. It makes you want to live forever.'''

* We could have built a colony on the moon and moved on to Mars. '''We need something larger than ourselves — that's a [[real]] [[religious]] activity. That's what space travel can be — relating ourselves to the [[universe]].''' … NASA is to blame — the entire government is to blame — and the end of the [[Cold War]] really pulled the plug, draining any [[passion]] that remained.

* '''I had decided to be a [[magician]] well before I decided to be a [[writer]].''' I was the little boy who would get up on-stage and do magic wearing a fake mustache, which would fall off during the performance. '''I'm still trying to perform those tricks. Now I do it with writing.'''

* When I started writing seriously, I made the major discovery of my life — that I am right and everybody else is wrong if they disagree with me. What a great thing to learn: Don't listen to anyone else, and always go your own way.

* Unfortunately, I don't think I keep my ego in check very well. I try to remember that my voice is loud, which is an ego problem. But at least I don't suffer from self-deluding [[identity]] problem like, say, [[Carl Sagan]] does. … With each passing year he grows stiffer because he goes around thinking he's Carl Sagan. Just as [[Norman Mailer]] thinks he's Norman Mailer and [[Gore Vidal]] thinks he's Gore Vidal. I don't think I'm Ray Bradbury. That's a big distinction. It doesn't matter who you are. You mustn't go around saying who you are, or else you get captured by the mask of false identity. '''It's the work that identifies you.'''

* I don't care what the science fiction trade technicians say, either. They are furious that I get away with murder. '''I use a scientific idea as a platform to leap into the air and never come back. This keeps them angry at me.''' They still begrudge my putting an atmosphere on Mars in ''[[w:The Martian Chronicles|The Martian Chronicles]]'' more than 40 years ago.

* Summertime, 1950, I recognized [[Isherwood]] browsing in a Santa Monica bookstore. My book had just come out, so I grabbed a copy off the shelf, signed it and gave it to him. His face fell and my heart sank, but two days later he called and said, "Do you know what you've done?" I asked, "What?" And he simply told me to read his review in the ''Times''. His rave turned my life around; the book immediately made the best-seller lists and has been in print ever since. <br /> He was very kind in introducing me to various people he thought I should know, like [[Aldous Huxley]], who had been my literary hero since ''[[Brave New World]]'' came out.
** On the chance meeting with [[Christopher Isherwood]] just after publication of ''[[w:The Martian Chronicles|The Martian Chronicles]]'' which led to fame and acclaim outside of SF fandom.

* You should read in your own field only when you're young. When I was 8, 10, 12, 16, 25, I read science fiction. But then I went on to [[Alexander Pope]] and [[John Donne]] and [[Moliere]] to mix it up.
<!-- * When a bright Sony inventor read about my seashell radios in that novel, he invented the Walkman. That was one good thing to emerge from that book — the banishment of most picnic-ruining ghetto blasters. But I had no idea I was doing it. -->

* '''I foresaw [[political correctness]] 43 years ago.''' … whereas back then I wrote about the [[tyranny]] of the majority, today I'd combine that with the tyranny of the minorities. These days, you have to be careful of both. '''They both want to [[control]] you.''' … I say to both bunches, '''Whether you're a majority or minority, bug off! To hell with anybody who wants to tell me what to write. Their society breaks down into subsections of minorities who then, in effect, burn books by banning them.''' All this political correctness that's rampant on campuses is B.S. You can't fool around with the dangerous notion of telling a university what to teach and what not to.

* The news is all [[rapes]] and [[murders]] we didn't commit, funerals we don't attend, [[AIDS]] we don't want to catch. All crammed into a quarter of a minute! But at least we still have a hand with which to switch channels or turn off altogether. I tell my lecture audiences to never, ever watch local TV news.

* Magazines today are almost all stupid and moronic to start with. And it makes me furious that I can't find any articles to read anymore. I used to enjoy ''Forbes'' and ''Fortune'', but now the pages are completely cluttered with ads.

* There is no reason to write [[pornography]] when your own [[sex]] life is [[good]]. Why waste [[time]] writing about it?

* Most of the writers I know in any field, especially science fiction, grew up late. They're so interested in doing what they do and in their science, they don't think about other things.

* '''I was madly in love with Hollywood.''' … I was so blindly and madly in love with the film and radio business in Hollywood that I didn't realize what a pest I was. [[George Burns|George]] no doubt thought he could get me off his back by using my words for one of the eight-line vignettes he had [[Gracie Allen|Gracie]] close their broadcasts with. I wanted to live that special life forever. When that summer was over, '''I stopped my inner time clock at the age of 14. Another reason I became a writer was to escape the hopelessness and despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I could create with my imagination.''' … And strangely enough, my parents never protested. They just figured I was crazy and that [[God]] would protect me. Of course back then you could go around town at night and never risk getting mugged or beaten up.

* Here a human without a car is a samurai without his sword. '''I would replace cars wherever possible with buses, monorails, rapid trains — whatever is takes to make pedestrians the center of our society again, and cities worthwhile enough for pedestrians to live in.''' I don't care what people do with their cars, as long as they give them up three quarters of the time — roughly the amount of time people spend every week superfluously driving places they don't want to go to visit people who don't want to see them.

* When I was 16, I saw six people die horribly in an accident. I walked home holding on to walls and trees. It took me months to begin to function again. So I don't drive. But whether I drive or not is irrelevant. The automobile is the most dangerous weapon in our society — cars kill more than wars do. More than 50,000 people will die this year because of them and nobody seems to notice.

* I feel like I own all the kids in the world because, '''since I've never grown up myself, all my books are automatically for children.''' … It's mutual delight and love made manifest. For one thing, '''kids love me because I write stories that tell them about their capacity for [[evil]].''' I'm one of the few writers who lets you cleanse yourself that way.

* '''Listen, you can't turn really bright [[people]] into [[robots]]. You can turn dumb people into robots, but that's true in every [[society]] and [[system]].''' I don't know what to do with dumb people, but we [[must]] try to [[educate]] them along with the sharp kids. You teach a kid to read and write by the second grade, and the rest will take care of itself. To solve the [[drug]] problem, we have to start at the root — first grade. If a boy has all the toys in his head that reading can give him, and you hook him into science fiction, then you've got the future secured.

* On my seventieth birthday, when I reflected that so many of my friends were dead or dying, '''it hit me that it was high time I got more work done.''' Ever since that time, I have done the active, smart thing by increasing my productivity. I'm not on the rocks or shoals yet, but the last few years have been a devastation of illnesses and deaths of many good friends. [Star Trek creator] [[Gene Roddenberry]] was a loss that deeply grieved me.

*I believe in [[Charles Darwin|Darwin]] and [[God]] together. '''It's all one. It's all mysterious.''' Look at the universe. It's been here [[forever]]. It's totally impossible.

* [[Science]] and [[religion]] have to go [[hand]] in hand with the mystery, because there's a certain point beyond which you say, "There are no answers."

* '''I don't [[believe]] in the anthropomorphic [[God]].''' … I have four daughters and eight grandchildren. My [[soul]] lives on in them. That's [[immortality]]. That's the only immortality I care about.

=== ''[[w:Ray Bradbury bibliography|Now and Forever]]'' (2007) ===
:<small> Page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Harper, {{ISBN|978-0-06-113157-8}}, in August 2008, 2nd printing </small>
:<small> This is a collection of two novellas </small>
:<small> Italics and formatting as in the book </small>

* “Ain’t there a real fine smell?” said the taxi driver. “Just delivered five dozen loaves!”<br>“That,” said the young man, “is the perfume of Eden on the first morn.”
** ''Somewhere a Band is Playing,'' Chapter 3 (p. 17)

* “You implying I’m a mile off from the truth?”<br>“I’m only implying,” Cardiff said, “that we are at a taffy pull. I’m waiting to see how far you pull it.”
** Chapter 11 (pp. 42-43)

* “I suspect,” said Elias Culpepper, “you are in need of a drink.”<br>“Two,” said Cardiff, “would be fine.”
** Chapter 15 (p. 54)

* “I learned long ago you lean one way, me and the other. You were always wrong, I was always right. I hate liars.”<br>“‘Optimists’ is the word you want.”<br>“No wonder I hate you. The world’s a cesspool and you keep swimming in it, heading for shore. Dear God, where is the shore? You’ll never find it because the shore doesn’t exist! We’re rats drowning in a sewer, but you see lighthouses where there are none. You claim the ''Titanic'' is Mark Twain’s steamboat. To you Svengali, Raskolnikov, and Hitler were the Three Stooges! I feel sorry for you. So I’m here to make you honest.”<br>“Since when have you believed in honesty?”<br>“Honesty, currency, and common sense. Never play funhouse slot machines, don’t toss red-hot pennies to the poor, or throw your landlady downstairs. Fine futures? Hell, the future’s ''now,'' and it’s rotten.”
** Chapter 20 (pp. 67-68)

* News junkies love to read about others misery.
** Chapter 21 (p. 73)

* Cardiff read these words: HOPE MEMORIAL LIBRARY. And in small letters beneath that: KNOW HOPE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE.
** Chapter 24 (p. 82)

* Since we have been gifted with long lives, the least we can do is pass that gift on in inanimate objects—novels, poems, plays—books that rouse to life when scanned by a living eye. You must never receive a gift, ever, without returning the gift twice over. From Jesus of Nazareth to noon tomorrow, our baggage is the library and its silent speech. Each book is Lazarus, yes? And you the reader, by opening the covers, bid Lazarus to come forth. And he lives again, ''it'' lives again, the dead words warmed by your glance.
** Chapter 24 (p. 87)

* “No!” someone else cried, and a dozen others whispered, “No!”<br>“That’s not possible,” someone said.<br>“Anything,” said Cardiff, quietly, “in government, is possible.”
** Chapter 25 (p. 88)

* On my world, such comets are known as pilgrim visitors, far-traveling specters, haunters of the feast. You see? Our history has as much romantic nonsense as yours.
** ''Leviathan '99,'' Chapter 3 (p. 165)

* Small man, great traveling doom—both weigh the same when the scale is death.
** Chapter 3 (p. 170)

* “Why then you’re as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust ’reality’ and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings. Lie down with machines, rise up ''castrato.'' Sweet Jesus, you’ll make the pope’s choir yet. Such innocent quakes my bones.”
** Chapter 3 (p. 171)

* We poisoned it with laughter. All around within it we rose, we fell, we rose again, mystified by Fate, hysterical with chance. We fired our laughs like cannons at its heart!
** Chapter 5 (p. 181)

* Thus they and theirs, and we and ours will shadow-show eternity, two films projected to opposite screens and nothing and nothing and nothing in between.
** Chapter 6 (p. 189)

===''The New York Times'' (2009)===
::<small>[http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/20/us/20ventura.html "A Literary Legend Fights for a Local Library"], Jennifer Steinhauer, ''[[w:The New York Times|The New York Times]]'', June 19, 2009</small>
* Libraries raised me. I don't believe in colleges and universities. I believe in libraries because most students don't have any money. When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money. I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library three days a week for 10 years.
* Yahoo called me eight weeks ago. They wanted to put a book of mine on Yahoo! You know what I told them? "To hell with you. To hell with you and to hell with the Internet."

===''The Paris Review'' interview (2010)===
:<small>[http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/6012/the-art-of-fiction-no-203-ray-bradbury Ray Bradbury, The Art of Fiction No. 203] interviewed by Sam Geller, in ''[[w:The Paris Review|The Paris Review]]'' No. 192, (Spring 2010)</small>
* '''[[w:Science Fiction|Science Fiction]] is the fiction of [[ideas]].''' Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing [[energy]] from the ideas themselves. Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn’t exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. '''As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible.'''

* Why the fiction of ideas should be so neglected is beyond me. I can’t explain it, except in terms of intellectual snobbery. … If I’d found out that [[Norman Mailer]] liked me, I’d have killed myself. I think he was too hung up. I’m glad [[Kurt Vonnegut]] didn’t like me either. He had problems, terrible problems. He couldn’t see the world the way I see it. I suppose I’m too much [[w:Pollyanna|Pollyanna]], he was too much [[w:Cassandra|Cassandra]]. Actually I prefer to see myself as the [[w:Janus|Janus]], the two-faced god who is half Pollyanna and half Cassandra, warning of the future and perhaps living too much in the past — a combination of both. But I don’t think I’m ''too'' overoptimistic. 

* New Yorkers love to dupe themselves, as well as doom themselves. I haven’t had to live like that. I’m a California boy. '''I don’t tell anyone how to write and no one tells me.'''

* I often use the metaphor of [[w:Perseus|Perseus]] and the head of [[w:Medusa|Medusa]] when I speak of science fiction. Instead of looking into the face of truth, you look over your shoulder into the bronze surface of a reflecting shield. Then you reach back with your [[sword]] and cut off the head of Medusa. '''Science fiction pretends to look into the future but it’s really looking at a reflection of what is already in front of us.'''

* When I was seventeen I read everything by [[Robert Heinlein]] and [[Arthur Clarke]], and the early writings of [[Theodore Sturgeon]] and [[Van Vogt]] — all the people who appeared in ''Astounding Science Fiction'' — but my big science-fiction influences are [[H. G. Wells]] and [[Jules Verne]]. '''I’ve found that I’m a lot like Verne — a writer of moral fables, an instructor in the humanities. He believes the human being is in a strange situation in a very strange world, and he believes that we can triumph by behaving morally.''' His hero [[w:Nemo|Nemo]] — who in a way is the flip side of Melville’s madman, [[w:Captain Ahab|Ahab]] — goes about the [[world]] taking weapons away from people to instruct them toward [[peace]].
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* I knew I was going into one of the arts: I was drawing, acting, and writing. -->

* I took a Greyhound bus to New York and stayed at the YMCA, fifty cents a night. I took my stories around to a dozen publishers. Nobody wanted them. They said, We don’t publish stories. Nobody reads them. Don’t you have a novel?

* '''My favorite writers have been those who’ve said things well.''' I used to study [[Eudora Welty]]. She has the remarkable ability to give you atmosphere, character, and motion in a single line. In one line! You must study these things to be a good writer. Welty would have a woman simply come into a room and look around. In one sweep she gave you the feel of the room, the sense of the woman’s character, and the action itself. All in twenty words. And you say, How’d she do that? What adjective? What verb? What noun? How did she select them and put them together? I was an intense student.

* '''I just can’t imagine being in a world and not being fascinated with what ideas are doing to us.'''

* 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 do — and they don’t. They have prejudices.

* Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. '''I write [[metaphors]].''' Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. '''The great religions are all metaphor.''' We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. <!-- They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story. And that’s what kids like. Today, my stories are in a thousand anthologies. And I’m in good company. The other writers are quite often dead people who wrote in metaphors: Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne. All these people wrote for children. They may have pretended not to, but they did. -->

* I dove into the middle of it instead of starting at the beginning. I came across a lot of beautiful [[poetry]] about the whiteness of the whale and the colors of nightmares and the great spirit’s spout. And I came upon a section toward the end where Ahab stands at the rail and says: “It is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay.” I turned back to the start: “Call me Ishmael.” I was in love! '''You fall in love with poetry.''' You fall in love with [[Shakespeare]]. I’d been in love with Shakespeare since I was fourteen. '''I was able to do the job not because I was in love with [[Melville]], but because I was in love with Shakespeare. Shakespeare wrote ''[[Moby-Dick]]'', using Melville as a Ouija board.'''
** On reading ''Moby-Dick'' for the first time, just prior to writing the screenplay for [[w:John Huston|John Huston]]'s film adaptation of the novel.

* The problem of the novel is to stay truthful. The short story, if you really are intense and you have an exciting idea, writes itself in a few hours.

* My passions drive me to the typewriter every day of my life, and they have driven me there since I was twelve. So '''I never have to worry about schedules. Some new thing is always exploding in me, and it schedules me, I don’t schedule it.''' It says: Get to the typewriter right now and finish this. 

* I can work anywhere.

* As soon as I get an idea, I write a short story, or I start a novel, or I do a poem. So I have no need for a notebook. I do keep files of ideas and stories that didn’t quite work a year ago, five years ago, ten years ago. I come back to them later and I look through the titles.

* '''Three things are in your head: First, everything you have [[experienced]] from the day of your birth until right [[now]].''' Every single second, every single hour, every single day. Then, how you reacted to those events in the minute of their happening, whether they were disastrous or joyful. Those are two things you have in your mind to give you material. Then, separate from the living experiences are all the art experiences you’ve had, the things you’ve learned from other writers, artists, poets, film directors, and composers. So all of this is in your mind as a fabulous mulch and you have to bring it out. How do you do that? I did it by making lists of nouns and then asking, What does each noun mean? You can go and make up your own list right now and it would be different than mine. The night. The crickets. The train whistle. The basement. The attic. The tennis shoes. The fireworks. All these things are very personal. Then, when you get the list down, you begin to word-associate around it. You ask, Why did I put this word down? What does it mean to me? Why did I put this noun down and not some other word? Do this and you’re on your way to being a good writer. '''You can’t write for other people. You can’t write for the left or the right, this religion or that religion, or this belief or that belief. You have to write the way you see things.'''
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* I write all the time. I get up every morning not knowing what I’m going to do. I usually have a perception around dawn when I wake up. I have what I call the theater of morning inside my head, all these voices talking to me. When they come up with a good metaphor, then I jump out of bed and trap them before they’re gone. '''That’s the whole secret: to do things that excite you.'''

* Every so often, late at night, I come downstairs, open one of my books, read a paragraph and say, My [[God]]. '''I sit there and cry because I feel that I’m not responsible for any of this. It’s from God. And I’m so grateful, so, so grateful.''' The best description of my career as a writer is “at play in the fields of the Lord.” It’s been wonderful fun and I’ll be damned where any of it came from. I’ve been fortunate. Very fortunate.

* I don’t understand writers who have to work at it. I like to play. I’m interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

* I don’t believe in optimism. I believe in optimal behavior. That’s a different thing.

* Our education system has gone to hell. It’s my idea from now on to stop spending money educating children who are sixteen years old. We should put all that money down into kindergarten. Young children have to be taught how to read and write. If children went into the first grade knowing how to read and write, we’d be set for the future, wouldn’t we? '''We must not let them go into the fourth and fifth grades not knowing how to read.''' So we must put out books with educational pictures, or use comics to teach children how to read. When I was five years old, my aunt gave me a copy of a book of wonderful [[fairy tales]] called ''Once Upon a Time'', and the first fairy tale in the book is “Beauty and the Beast.” '''That one [[story]] taught me how to read and write because I looked at the picture of that beautiful beast, but I so desperately wanted to read about him too.'''

* In that film ''[[Love Story]]'', there’s a line, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. '''Love means saying you’re sorry every day for some little thing or other.'''

* '''[[Nikos Kazantzakis]] says, “Live forever.”''' That’s his [[social]] [[obligation]].''' ''[[w:The Saviors of God|The Saviors of God]]'' celebrates life in the world.''' Any great work does that for you. All of [[Dickens]] says live life at the top of your energy.

* '''The [[need]] for [[romance]] is constant, and again, it’s pooh-poohed by intellectuals.''' As a result they’re going to stunt their kids. You can’t kill a dream. Social obligation has to come from living with some sense of style, high adventure, and romance. '''It’s like my friend Mr. Electrico. … he ''was'' a real man. That was his real name.''' Circuses and carnivals were always passing through Illinois during my childhood and I was in love with their mystery. One autumn weekend in 1932, when I was twelve years old, the Dill Brothers Combined Shows came to town. One of the performers was Mr. Electrico. He sat in an electric chair. A stagehand pulled a switch and he was charged with fifty thousand volts of pure electricity. [[Lightning]] flashed in his eyes and his hair stood on end. … Mr. Electrico was a beautiful man, see, because he knew that he had a little weird kid there who was twelve years old and wanted lots of things. We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan and he treated me like a grown-up. I talked my big philosophies and he talked his little ones. Then we went out and sat on the dunes near the lake and all of a sudden he leaned over and said, '''I’m glad you’re back in my life.''' I said, What do you mean? I don’t know you. He said, You were my best friend outside of Paris in 1918. You were wounded in the Ardennes and you died in my arms there. I’m glad you’re back in the world. You have a different face, a different name, but the soul shining out of your face is the same as my friend. '''Welcome back.''' <br /> Now why did he say that? Explain that to me, why? Maybe he had a dead son, maybe he had no sons, maybe he was lonely, maybe he was an ironical jokester. Who knows? It could be that he saw the intensity with which I live. Every once in a while at a book signing I see young boys and girls who are so full of fire that it shines out of their face and you pay more attention to that. Maybe that’s what attracted him. <br /> When I left the carnival that day I stood by the carousel and I watched the horses running around and around to the music of “Beautiful Ohio,” and I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew something important had happened to me that day because of Mr. Electrico. I felt changed. He gave me importance, immortality, a mystical gift. My life was turned around completely. It makes me cold all over to think about it, but '''I went home and within days I started to write. I’ve never stopped.''' <br />Seventy-seven years ago, and I’ve remembered it perfectly. I went back and saw him that night. He sat in the chair with his [[sword]], they pulled the switch, and his hair stood up. He reached out with his sword and touched everyone in the front row, boys and girls, men and women, with the electricity that sizzled from the sword. '''When he came to me, he touched me on the brow, and on the nose, and on the chin, and he said to me, in a whisper, “[[Live]] [[forever]].” And I decided to.'''

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==Misattributed==
* If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.
** Epigraph, in ''[[Fahrenheit 451]]'' a translation of a statement by [[Juan Ramón Jiménez]]

* There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
** Actually a statement by [[Joseph Brodsky]], as quoted in ''The Balancing Act : Mastering the Competing Demands of Leadership'' (1996) by Kerry Patterson, p. 437.
** However, compare to the similar Bradbury quotes from 1993 (''Seattle Times'') and 2000 (''Peoria Journal'') above.
{{Misattributed end}}

==Quotes about Bradbury==
[[File:Love heart.jpg|thumb|right|Bradbury is in [[love]] with love. ~ John Blake]]
:<small>Sorted alphabetically by author or source</small>
[[File:Headstone of Ray Bradbury, May 2012.jpg|thumb|He says [[faith]] is [[necessary]] but that we should accept the [[fact]] that when it comes to [[God]], none of us [[know]] anything. ~ [[w:Sam Weller (journalist)|Sam Weller]] ]]

* '''He describes himself as a "delicatessen religionist." He's inspired by Eastern and Western [[religions]]. <br /> The center of his [[faith]], though, is [[love]].''' Everything — the [[reason]] he decided to write his first short story at 12; his 56-year marriage to his muse and late wife, Maggie; his [[friendships]] with everyone from [[Walt Disney]] to [[Alfred Hitchcock]] — is based on love. <br /> '''Bradbury is in love with love.'''
** John Blake, in [http://articles.cnn.com/2010-08-02/living/Bradbury_1_ray-bradbury-dandelion-wine-sam-weller?_s=PM:LIVING "Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010)]

* Bradbury has been called a [[w:Unitarian|Unitarian]], but he rejects that term. '''He dislikes labels of any kind.''' <br /> "I'm a [[w:Zen|Zen Buddhist]] if I would describe myself," he says. "I don't [[think]] about what I do. I do it. That's [[Buddhism]]. I jump off the cliff and build my wings on the way down." … Allusions to [[Christianity]] are common in his stories, but Bradbury doesn't [[define]] himself as a Christian. He considers [[Jesus]] a wise [[prophet]], like [[Gautama Buddha|Buddha]] and [[Confucius]]… "'''Jesus is a remarkable person … He was on his way to becoming [[Christ]], and he made it.'''"
** John Blake, in "Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010)

* Ladies and gentlemen, a man who needs no introduction … <br /> Probably no other writer in this book could I get away with introducing in that way. But '''who in the civilized, book-reading world doesn't know the name Ray Bradbury?''' When the time came to write a few words to preface Ray, I suddenly was struck with the impossibility of the act. There have been whole treatises written on Bradbury, his poetic images, his humanity, his blue period, his chrome period … who the hell was I to write about him? <br /> Well, I'm a Bradbury fan, and that's not bad for openers. … '''Ray Bradbury is very probably better than we ever imagined him to be in our wildest promotion of him''' as the first sf writer to escape the ghetto and win approbation from such as [[Isherwood]], [[Thornton Wilder|Wilder]], [[Clifton Fadiman|Fadiman]], [[Nelson Algren|Algren]], [[Gilbert Highet]], [[Graham Greene]], [[Ingmar Bergman]], [[w:François Truffaut|Francois Truffault]] and [[Bertrand Russell]], for [[God]]'s sake! <br /> Let's face it, fellow sf readers, we've been living off Ray Bradbury's success for twenty years. '''Every time we try to hype some non-believer into accepting sf and fantasy as legitimate ''literature'', we refer him or her to the works of Ray Bradbury.''' Who the hell else have we produced who has approached the level of Bradbury for general acceptance? I mean, there's a ''Viking Portable Library'' edition of RAY BRADBURY. Sure, [[Arthur C. Clarke]] and [[Isaac Asimov]] are well-known and much-beloved, but if you go out on the street and buttonhole the average ''[[w:shmendrik|shmendrik]]'', and ask him to name a dozen famous American writers, if he isn't a dullard who'd name [[Erich Segal]] and [[Leon Uris]] and [[w:Jacqueline Susann|Jacqueline Whatshername]], he'll rattle off [[Hemingway]], [[Steinbeck]], [[Mickey Spillane]], maybe [[Faulkner]], and very probably Bradbury. That's a load of ego-boost for all of us, and it's about time someone said it. '''When we do the conversion bit with scoffers, we whirl them over to the meager sf racks in most bookstores and we may find no [[Samuel R. Delany |Delany]], no [[Lafferty]], no [[Damon Knight|Knight]] or [[Thomas M. Disch|Disch]] or [[w:Gordon R. Dickson|Dickson]], but by God we always find ''The Martian Chronicles''.<br /> And we say, "Here try this. You'll love it." '''<!-- And the chances are we've handed the reluctant one "Small Assassin" or "Mars is Heaven!" or "The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl" or ''[[Fahrenheit 451]]'' or "I Sing the Body Electric" or "The Veldt" or "The Long Rain" or "A Sound of Thunder" or "The Jar" or … jeezus, once you get started it's impossible to stop remembering all those great moments you had from all those fine Bradbury stories, and I don't just mean excitement like seeing "The Kilimanjaro Machine" in ''Life'' or seeing "The Jar" done so it scared the piss out of you on ''[[The Alfred Hitchcock Hour]]''. I mean those private blessed moments when you lay up on your back under a tree or on a sofa or down on the floor, and started reading something that began, "It was a warm afternoon in early September when I first met the Illustrated Man." <br /> --> … I mean come on, all you smartass literary cynics who make points off other men's careers, can you ever ''really'' forget that thing that called to the foghorn from the sea? … I'll just tag out by saying Ray Bradbury is a man who has written some 300 stories …wrote the screenplay for [[w:John Huston|John Huston]]'s production of ''[[Moby Dick]]''… wrote a "space age cantata" dealing with the possible images of Christ on other worlds, ''Christus Apollo'', music by [[w:Jerry Goldsmith|Jerry Goldsmith]], and he is a very good, kind, committed man who was in no small part responsible for getting [[Lyndon Johnson|LBJ]] booted out of office. <br /> '''And he's the only man whose [[poetry]] I would have included in this, a book of stories.''' Well, maybe [[Robert Graves]] …
** [[Harlan Ellison]], in his "Introduction" to "Christ, Old Student in a New School" in ''[[w: Again, Dangerous Visions|Again, Dangerous Visions]]'' (1972)

* I knew Ray Bradbury off and on since 1980 when, as a student at the American Film Institute Center, I was asked if I could pick him up and bring him to school for his seminar. '''You see, Ray never learned how to drive. <br /> But he knew very well how to give encouragement and enthusiasm to anyone.'''
** Ted Elrick, in [http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/302040/remembering-ray-ted-elrick "Remembering Ray" in ''The National Review'' (6 June 2012)]

* He was kind, and gentle, with that midwestern niceness that’s a positive thing rather than an absence of character.
** [[Neil Gaiman]], ''Introduction to The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury'' in ''[[w:Trigger Warning (book)|Trigger Warning]]'' (2015), <small> {{ISBN|978-0-06-305204-8}}, </small> p. xxx

*Ray Bradbury was never one of my favorite authors: He’s a little soft, kind of romantic, and, worst of all, moralizing. But The Martian Chronicles is a great book.
**[[Angélica Gorodischer]] [https://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/nonfiction/interview-angelica-gorodischer/ Interview] (2013) translated from the Spanish by Amalia Gladhart

*In the science fiction genre, I am a fan of Ray Bradbury and [[Isaac Asimov]].
**[[Temple Grandin]] [https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/06/books/review/temple-grandin-by-the-book-interview.html interview] (2022)

*(Whom do you consider your literary heroes?) [[Toni Morrison]], [[Grace Paley]], [[Emily Brontë]], [[Ray Bradbury]], all for different reasons, all adored...for me, the greatest discovery of my childhood reading life: Ray Bradbury...Ray became my literary father. He was the one who taught me about the world, and he was a great teacher. I think every 12-year-old should read him (and every adult as well, but 12-year-olds are so much better readers). “Fahrenheit 451” is an American classic and a work of genius, and “Something Wicked This Way Comes” is my favorite of his books, small-town magic. I loved them all and still do. I admired Ray as a writer and a person and wish he was still here with us.
**[[Alice Hoffman]] [https://www.nytimes.com/2014/02/23/books/review/alice-hoffman-by-the-book.html Interview] (2014)

*I spent one entire summer reading Ray Bradbury...I remained in Ray Bradbury's world for as long as possible. It was a place where it was possible to recognize good from evil, darkness from light. I was a cynical kid, and I didn't have much faith in the world, but I trusted Ray Bradbury. I took everything he said personally. (p 33)
**[[Alice Hoffman]] ''Survival Lessons'' (2013)

* I think Ray Bradbury's ''[[w:The Martian Chronicles|The Martian Chronicles]]'' is one of the most extraordinary works of fantasy ever written in the English language.
** [[Christopher Isherwood]], in an interview in the summer of 1960, published as "A Conversation on Tape" by Stanley Poss, in ''London Magazine'' (June 1961)

*("How much do you have to know about science to write science fiction?") It is good to know something about at least one field, so that you know how scientists think and how science is done, if you're going to have a any science or even any pseudo-science in your stories. But there is a requirement: that a science fiction writer be interested in science. He may hate it; I think Ray Bradbury hates it. I know he hates technology, and I rather think he hates science. But he's interested in it. It's got down into his subconscious and it comes up in the form of horrors and monsters. But he takes it seriously.
**1988 interview in ''Conversations with [[Ursula Le Guin]]''

*Bradbury's Martian Chronicles, despite its incoherencies, is a lovely, enduring book.
**2006 interview in ''Conversations with [[Ursula Le Guin]]''


* The guy keeps writing about [[Jesus]], but he doesn't consider himself a Christian … '''He says [[faith]] is [[necessary]] but that we should accept the [[fact]] that when it comes to [[God]], none of us [[know]] anything.'''
** [[w:Sam Weller (journalist)|Sam Weller]], as quoted in [http://articles.cnn.com/2010-08-02/living/Bradbury_1_ray-bradbury-dandelion-wine-sam-weller?_s=PM:LIVING Sci-fi legend "Ray Bradbury on God, 'monsters and angels'" by John Blake, ''CNN : Living'' (2 August 2010)]

==See also==
*''[[Fahrenheit 451]]''
*[[Something Wicked This Way Comes (film)|''Something Wicked This Way Comes'' (film)]]

==External links==
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*[http://www.raybradbury.com/ Ray Bradbury official site]
*[http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/451/451.html Ray Bradbury On Censorship]

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