Ray Bradbury - Blog Posts
A Medicine for Melancholy, Ray Bradbury
The Illustrated Man, Ray Bradbury
The Small Assassin, Ray Bradbury
All Summer in a Day, Ray Bradbury
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
Happy Birthday, Ray Bradbury!
August 22, 1920
“I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns.”
The Fog Horn, Ray Bradbury
“It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead...”
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (William Morrow Paperbacks; April 23, 2013) (via Cultural Offering)