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Ray Bradbury Biography

Ray Douglas Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012) was an American author and screenwriter. He worked in a variety of genres, including fantasy, science fiction, horror, and mystery fiction.

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We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

Black, Flower, Good, Live, Rain, Time

A library is all the university you will ever need.

Library, Needs, University

Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.

Children, Glasses, Lip, Summer, Veins

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.

Easier, People, Remember, Sad, Special, Younger

Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.

Bestial, Equate, Lonely, Making, Men, Wall

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.

Book, Books, Burn, Country, Fall, Newspapers

A computer does not smell. . . if a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better… And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.

Book, Computer, Old, Smell, Sorry

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?

Binds, Know, Needs, Nests, Shapes, Speak

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

Coat, Eight, Emotion, Rain, Tired, Umbrella

Programs like 'Jeopardy' and 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' are ridiculous. They're the stupidest shows in history. They're making us dumber. They don't give us information, they give us facts, factoids. You don't learn who Napoleon was and how he was motivated. You learn what year he was born, and when he died. That's useless.

Giving, Motivated, Napoleon, Useless, Year, Years

I did what most writers do at their beginnings: emulated my elders, imitated my peers, thus turning away from any possibility of discovering truths beneath my skin and behind my eye.

Away, Eye, Possibility, Skins, Writers, Writing

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

Character, Plot, Run, Running, Snow, Way

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

Away, Innermost, Light, Mirrors, Wall, Whiffed

Most members of Congress are politicians. They're bores. They're damn boring. They have no imagination, and they don't know how to imagine the future.

Boring, Future, Imagination, Imagine, Politicians

Those women like to see their tongues dance.

Dance, Like, See, Tongue, Tongues, Women

You're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love.

Love

Science fiction is really sociological studies of the future, things that the writer believes are going to happen by putting two and two together.

Believe, Believes, Future, Things, Together, Two

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.

Drums, Glasses, Mirrors, Night, Transmuted

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.

Death, Long, Wish, Wishing

Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.

Idea, Ideas, Love, Resist, Writing

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