Ray Bradbury Quotes

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

“I suspect,” said Elias Culpepper, “you are in need of a drink.”
“Two,” said Cardiff, “would be fine.”

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before death is what counts.

I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name 'em, I ate 'em.

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?

Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

God, how we get our fingers in each other’s clay. That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.

A day without writing was a little death.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.