“I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.”
— Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man
"...one thirty-five. Thursday morning, November 4th,... one thirty-six... one thirty-seven a.m...."[...]"...one forty-five..." The voice-clock mourned out the cold colour of a cold morning of a still colder year.
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles, 1950
Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)
“It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead...”
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
"Can you oppose the forces that see that people die just when they are supposed to die - not too soon, not too late?"
Fred Humiston (1902-1976) - Illustration for Ray Bradbury's 'The Scythe'
(Weird Tales - July 1943)
The Last Night of the World
“Maybe because it was never October 19, 1969, ever before in history, and now it is and that’s it; because this date means more than any other date ever meant; because it’s the year when things are as they are all over the world and that’s why it’s the end.”
— Ray Bradbury