Ray Bradbury citáty

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„Bez knižnice by ste nemali civilizáciu.“

„Žiť v riziku je ako skočiť z útesu a cestou dole si rozprestrieť krídla.“

„Musíte zostať opití od písania, aby vás realita nemohla zničiť.“

„Je mi sedemnásť a som blázon. Môj strýko hovorí, že tieto dve veci idú ruka v ruke. Keď sa ťa ľudia pýtajú na tvoj vek, vždy povedz, že ti je sedemnásť a že si blázon.“

„Žite tak, akoby ste mali do desiatich sekúnd zomrieť.“

„Nie je potrebné chodiť do školy, pokiaľ vaším posledným cieľom nie je knižnica.“

„V pondelok spálite Millaya, v stredu Whitmana, v piatok Faulknera, spáľte ich na popol a potom popol spáľte tiež. To je náš oficiálny slogan.“

„Neviem si predstaviť žiť vo svete a nebyť fascinovaný tým, čo s nami nápady robia.“

„Nedokážete rozpoznať ľudskosť v neľudskosti?“

„Telefón vyzváňal ako rozmaznaný fagan.“

„Ak skryjete svoju ignoranciu, nikto vás neudrie a nikdy sa ani nepoučíte.“

„Nesmieme ich pustiť do štvrtej a piatej triedy, keď nevedia čítať.“

„Musíte byť schopní pozrieť sa na svoje myšlienky aj na papieri a zistíte, aký ste hlupák.“

„Choďte na kraj útesu a skočte z neho. Cestou dole si vytvorte krídla.“

“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?”