Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 7

That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.

The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we’ve stashed away. But there are times when we’re all autumn people.

I always figured we were born to fly, one way or other, so I couldn't stand most men shuffling along with all the iron of the earth in their blood. I never met a man who weighed less than nine hundred pounds.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

Science fiction is the art of the possible not the impossible.

Jump and let's build our wings on the way down

Sleeping beauty awoke at the kiss of a scientist and expired at the fatal puncture of his syringe.

Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin.

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.

I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it.

And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

Creativity is a continual surprise.

Self-conciousness is the enemy of all creativity.

إذا أخفيت جهلك جيداً .. لن يؤذيك أحد، ولكنك لن تتعلم أيضاً

School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?

Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer."

[1967 interview]