“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
*when i say girlie i mean it truly in a non gender specific way, this poll is for everyone!
**obviously everyone gets both headaches and stomach problems on occasion, this is about if you suffer from one or other of them notably more often!
pls reblog to get a bigger sample size!
June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
“The trouble with Jim was he looked at the world and could not look away. And when you never look away all your life, by the time you are thirteen you have done twenty years taking in the laundry of the world.”
— Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
"So the dragon ate the white swan. I haven’t seen her for years. I can’t even remember what she looks like. I feel her, though. She’s safe inside, still alive; the essential swan hasn’t changed a feather. Do you know, there are some mornings in spring or fall, when I wake and think, I’ll run across the fields into the woods and pick wild strawberries! Or I’ll swim in the lake, or I’ll dance all night tonight until dawn! And then, in a rage, discover I’m in this old and ruined dragon. I’m the princess in the crumbled tower, no way out, waiting for her Prince Charming."
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”
— Ray Bradbury
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” - Ray Bradbury
The Bookworm, Carl Spitzweg, 1850.
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"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 mid-nights 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." -Ray Bradbury, "The October Country"