Ray Bradbury Zitate

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„Lebe so, als würdest du in zehn Sekunden tot umfallen.“

„Sie müssen keine Bücher verbrennen, um eine Kultur zu zerstören. Lass die Leute einfach aufhören, diese zu lesen.“

„Ohne die Bibliothek gibt es keine Zivilisation.“

„Bleibe betrunken beim Schreiben, damit die Realität dich nicht vernichten kann.“

„Es gibt schlimmere Verbrechen als Bücher zu verbrennen. Eines von ihnen ist es, sie nicht zu lesen“

„Bücher sind Ideen aus Fleisch und Blut und schreien lautlos, wenn sie an die Fackel gelegt werden.“

„Spring - und lass dir auf dem Weg nach unten Flügel wachsen“

„Ich neige dazu zu glauben, dass Sie den Psychiater brauchen.“

„Niemand ist jemals gestorben, der eine Familie hatte.“

„Es war eine kleine Stadt an einem kleinen Fluß und einem kleinen See in einem kleinen Teil eines Staates im mittleren Westen.“

„Ich glaube nicht an den anthropomorphen Gott.“

„Man kann die Leute nicht zum Zuhören bringen.“

„Sag mir nicht, wie ich meinen Roman schreiben soll. Sag mir nicht, dass du ein besseres Ende dafür hast. Ich habe keine Zeit dafür.“

„Drei Dinge sind in Ihrem Kopf: Erstens alles, was Sie vom Tag Ihrer Geburt bis jetzt erlebt haben.“

„Nachdem ich Sie gründlich verwirrt habe, lassen Sie mich innehalten, um Ihren eigenen bestürzten Schrei zu hören.“

„Die Retter Gottes feiern das Leben in der Welt.“

„Bibliotheken haben mich großgezogen.“

“Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.”

“Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go.”

“I’m ALIVE. Thinking about it, noticing it, is new. You do things and don’t watch. Then all of a sudden you look and see what you’re doing and it’s the first time, really.”

“When they give you lined paper, write the other way.”

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.”

“Libraries raised me.”

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

“You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.”

“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”

“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.”

“Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.”

“A book is a loaded gun.”

“Teachers are to inspire; librarians are to fulfill.”

“You fail only if you stop writing.”

“No person ever died that had a family.”

“The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.”

“There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves”

“Everything that happens before Death is what counts.”

“His library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore.”

“Are you happy?”

“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.”

“First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.”

“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.”

“What's the point of having a library full of books you've already read?”

“Find out what your hero or heroine wants, and when he or she wakes up in the morning, just follow him or her all day..”

“Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?”

“There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.”

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

“What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?”