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February 2014
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What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like, it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing.

 - Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
February 2014
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I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn’t work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!

 - Interview with Ray Bradbury (The Art of Fiction, No. 203)
October 2013
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Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.

 - Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
July 2013
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by classicists

by classicists

May 2013
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Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

 - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via thebooker)
May 2013
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Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

 - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via bookmania)
March 2013
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Beautiful design for Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

Beautiful design for Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

December 2012
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Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

November 2012
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Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

November 2012
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The books I brought home from the library caused me to think about the origins of life and the universe.

 - Ray Bradbury, “The Book and the Butterfly,” to be published as an introduction to this year’s edition of “The Best American Nonrequired Reading,” edited by Dave Eggers (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
October 2012
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I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.

 - Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via larmoyante)
October 2012
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Very simple design for the Fahrenheit 451 book cover contest.

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Very simple design for the Fahrenheit 451 book cover contest.

September 2012
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Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

 - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via endlessnocturnes)
August 2012
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I’ll hold on to the world tight some day. I’ve got one finger on it now; that’s a beginning.

 - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via ransombookquotes) (via literatureismyutopia)
August 2012
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We’ll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And while none of it well be me when it goes in, after a while it’ll all gather together inside and it’ll be me. Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it’s finally me, where it’s in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day. I get hold of it so it’ll never run off. I’ll hold onto the world tight some day. I’ve got one finger on it now; that’s a beginning.

 - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via ransombookquotes) (via literatureismyutopia)