The average TV commercial of sixty seconds has one hundred and twenty half-second clips in it, or one-third of a second. We bombard people with sensation. That substitutes for thinking.
Let me make it clear. People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired.
The local TV news is the greatest danger in your life. It's all crap.
How working for the wrong motives poisons our creativity and warps our ideas of success and failure.
Work is the only answer. 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!
Don't write for money. Write because you love to do something. If you write for money, you won't write anything worth reading.
When I was a young writer if you went to a party and told somebody you were a science-fiction writer you would be insulted. They would call you Flash Gordon all evening, or Buck Rogers.
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
Sandwich outdoors isn't a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
We're a free society; we've got television. We have radio. We have newspapers. We have the videocassette, which is coming into play. These are new freedoms.
There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.
Anything that's strange is no good to the average American. If it doesn't have Chicago plumbing, it's nonsense.
We've got to reinvest in space travel. We should have never left the moon.
The moon is a good, solid base to build a space travel organization in the community.
It is good to renew one's wonder, said the philosopher. Space travel has again made children of us all.
Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.
Shakespeare wrote Moby-Dick, using Melville as a Ouija board.
Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.
I won't argue that point.
You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.
You have to learn to take rejection not as an indication of personal failing but as a wrong address.
The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.
But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own
Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.
Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.
Libraries raised me.
I never went to college, so I went to the library.
Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.
Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.
At least you were a fool about the right things.
You must live feverishly in a library. Colleges are not going to do any good unless you are raised and live in a library everyday of your life.
Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.
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.
She looked at the skull and laughed. Death is a good thing in Mexico; it is a thing to talk of at dinner, at breakfast, with or without a drink, with or without a smile.
Ne govorim o stvarima, gospodine. Govorim o značenju stvari.
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451.
Books bombarded his shoulders, his arms, his upturned face. A book lit, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering.
Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?
You sound so very old
Sometimes I'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always used to be that way?
I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.
You must remember, burn them or they'll burn you.
Montag wanted to fly near the sun and now that he's burnt his damn wings, he wonders why.
Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
Happiness is important. Fun is everything.
You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by.
Fiction gives us empathy: It puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.
The woman knelt among the books, touching the drenched leather and cardboard, reading the gilt titles with her fingers while her eyes accused Montage.
You can't ever have my books, she said.
You can't ever have my books.
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.
That's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and WORTH the doing.
Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.
And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.