Ray Bradbury: Frasi in inglese (pagina 8)

“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?”

“The average TV commercial of sixty seconds has one hundred and twenty half-second clips in it, or one-third of a second. We bombard people with sensation. That substitutes for thinking.”

“Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.”

“And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.”

“I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!”

“I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.”

“She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why…. Luckily, queer ones like her don't happen often.”

“Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.”

“These are all novels, all about people that never existed, the people that read them it makes them unhappy with their own lives. Makes them want to live in other ways they can never really be.”

“How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?”

“Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?”