The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.
-Ray Bradbury
A Medicine for Melancholy, Ray Bradbury
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noon go quickly, ducks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
Ray Bradbury
“We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.”
— Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
"Science fiction is the art of the possible."
—Ray Bradbury, born on this day in 1920
September Loneliness
Ray Bradbury// September Morn, Paul Émile Chabas// "Persephone", Alice Jones// Painting with the Padre, Daniel Garber// Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami// Sunny September, Helen McNicoll// "Autumn Psalm", Julia de Burgos
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” - Ray Bradbury
The Bookworm, Carl Spitzweg, 1850.
West magazine cover, inside is the first story from Bradbury's martian chronicles in Bande Dessines /comic book form
I love bradburys writing, he's a master of gothic, by turns movingly compassionate and truly frightening
Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all.
Ray Bradbury