Bradbury Quotes

Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest.

The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear...

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.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the Universe together into one garment for us.

and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928,

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!