Author of quotes: Ray Bradbury. Page 52

- Yes I, in General, not worried about you, - said Douglas. - I'm more about how God governs the world.
Tom thought.
Nothing, Doug, ' he said finally. - He still tries.

I know that the man at the age of 17 - an idiot in an 18 - blockhead, 20 to progress to the jerk at 25, he was a dupe, a 30 - betwixt, and only to the glorious 40 years of age, becomes an ordinary fool.

- What is VPE-cha-aphid-tel-NY? - The mouse took a whole minute to pronounce such a long word.
And this is - mother looked down and laughed quietly. It means child.

June dawns, July afternoons, the August evening - all over, finished, gone forever and remain only in memory. Now, ahead of a long autumn, white winter, cool verdant spring, and during this time, you need to think about the past summer and to summarize. But if he [Douglas] something to forget - well, in the cellar is the wine of dandelions, on each bottle the number is derived, and in them all the days of summer, every one of them.

Never let anyone close the roof, if it does not please him.

- What would you like to do, what to achieve in life?
- Would like to see Istanbul, Port said, Nairobi, Budapest. To write a book. A lot of smoke. To fall off a cliff, but halfway to cling to the tree. Want somewhere in Morocco I shot three times at midnight in a dark alley. Want to love a beautiful woman.
Well, I'm not around I will be able to help you. But I have traveled a lot and I can tell about different places. And if anything, run tonight, at eleven o'clock, on the lawn in front of my house, and I'll shoot you with his musket during the Civil war, of course, if not go to sleep. Well, if it will satisfy your manly sense of adventure?

- For starters: what do you think about our sublunary world?
- I know nothing about him.
- They say that this is the beginning of wisdom. When a person is seventeen, he knows everything. If he was twenty-seven and he still knows everything - so he's still seventeen.

In the world of five billion trees. And under every tree there is a shadow, right? So, where does the night? And here's how: five billion trees and under each tree creeps a shadow. Can you imagine? If only there was a way to keep all of them under the trees or out - and then go to sleep why not, after all night-it would not be at all!

... I like to cry. How to cry properly, just seems like again the morning and a new day begins.

In days like today, I don't think I'll be alone.

In winter they used, looking for traces and signs of the summer and found them in the basement or in the evening bonfires on the edge of the pond, turned into a skating rink. Now, in the summer, they were looking for even the slightest sound, though reminders of the forgotten winter.

You only need a good night's sleep, or actually ten minutes, or eat an entire pint of chocolate ice cream, and then all of it together is the best medicine you can imagine.

We are all fools and they always have been. But we believe that change every day. Wake up and think: no, today I'm not a fool. I learned my lesson. Yesterday I was a fool, but this morning - no. And tomorrow, you know that like a fool, and it still is.

- I was never young. The Hitchcock as I was, died. Here's another example of the thorns of memory. I don't want to sit on them bare-ass, thank you. I always thought that die every day, and every day you waiting for a neat wooden box with your number on it. But you should never go back and lift the lid of the boxes and look at himself from the past. You die in my life a thousand times, and this is the mountain of the dead, and each time you die your way, with another face, which is all the time becoming worse. Because every day you're another, unknown person you do not know and do not want to understand.