1,603 Quotes by Ray Bradbury

Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.

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.

For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run and rule.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.

Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.

Don’t let people interfere with you. Boot ’em out, turn off the phone, hide away, get it done. If you carry a short story over to the next day you may overnight intellectualize something about it and try to make it too fancy, try to please someone.

What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.