1,603 Quotes by Ray Bradbury

It was summer and moonlight and we had lemonade to drink, and we held the cold glasses in our hands, and Dad read the stereo-newspapers inserted into the special hat you put on your head and which turned the microscopic page in front of the magnifying lens if you blinked three times in succession.

One day you discover you are alive.Explosion! Concussion! Illumination! Delight!You laugh, you dance around, you shout.But, not long after, the sun goes out. Snow falls, but no one sees it, on an August noon.

This summer night deep down under the stars was all the things you would ever feel or see or hear in your life, drowning you all at once.

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

He liked to listen to the silence, he said, if silence could be listened to, for he went on, in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air, by God, the bee-fried air! Listen! the waterfall of birdsong being those trees!

Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. They stood like the naked pipes of a vast derelict calliope, their mouths cut into frantic vents. And now the great hand of mania descended upon one hundred-throated, unending scream.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared?They show the pores in the face of life.

The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.