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01 September 2014
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Literature Meme ||| {9/10} Prose
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                   by Ray Bradbury

It’s a world where firemen start fires rather than stop them. It’s a world where books are banned(after all, they hold bad ideas). It’s a world where people do not spend time alone, or take pleasure in the outdoors. Most importantly, it’s a world where people do not think independently and the burning point of paper is 451 degrees.

14 May 2014
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So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality. Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was so incredible so long as he stool firmly on the earth? But when he was held, rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn’t something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 
08 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
05 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)
31 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
18 July 2013
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by classicists

by classicists

15 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)
10 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)
18 March 2013
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Beautiful design for Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

Beautiful design for Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451.

07 December 2012
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Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

24 November 2012
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Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

12 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)
28 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)
21 October 2012
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vendela-folio:

Very simple design for the Fahrenheit 451 book cover contest.

vendela-folio:

Very simple design for the Fahrenheit 451 book cover contest.

14 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)