"do Your Own Bit Of Saving. That Way, If You Drown, At Least You'll Die Knowing You Were Heading For

McDunn fumbled with the switch. But even as he switched it on, the monster was rearing up. I had a glimpse of its gigantic paws, fish skin glittering in webs between the finger-like projections, clawing at the tower. The huge eye on the right side of its anguished head glittered before me like a cauldron into which I might drop, screaming. The tower shook. The Fog Horn cried; the monster cried. It seized the tower and gnashed at the glass, which shattered in upon us.

Illustration by Aleta Jenks for The Fog Horn by Ray Bradbury.

“But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.”

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What did time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, 100 billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing. That was how Time smelled and looked and sounded. And tonight - Tomas shoved a hand into the wind outside the truck - tonight you could almost taste time.

Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

“Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future.”

— Ray Bradbury

“waiting out there, and waiting out there, while man comes and goes on this pitiful little planet. waiting and waiting.”

illustration for "the fog horn" by ray bradbury

“I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing."

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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“So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.”

— Ray Bradbury, “Zen in the Art of Writing”

The stars are yours, if you have the head, the hands, and the heart for them.

R is for Rocket, Ray Bradbury