Author of quotes: Ray Bradbury. Page 53

Now everything is reversed course. As in the movie, when the film allowed backwards - people are popping up out of the water to the springboard. It's September, close the window, which opened in June, take off the tennis shoes, which are put on at the same time, and fit into the heavy shoes, which are then scored. Now people are probably hiding in the house, like cuckoo back in the clock when will prosecut time. Just on the veranda was full of people and all cracked, like magpies. And once the doors shut, no talking not to hear, only leaves from trees and fall.

Died yesterday Chin Lins. Yesterday, right here in our city, forever ended the Civil war. Yesterday, right here died, President Lincoln, General Lee and General Grant, and a hundred thousand others who face South, and who - to the North. And yesterday afternoon in the house of Colonel Milea boomed from the cliff in the most that neither is a bottomless pit, and a whole herd of bison and Buffalo, as big as the entire Greentown, Illinois. Yesterday, whole clouds of dust subsided forever. I first did not understand! Awful, How awful! How are we going to be? What do we do? There will be no more Buffalo... And will be no soldiers and General Grant and General Lee, and Honest Abe, and Chin Lins will not! I never thought that once can die so many people! But they all died, Tom, that's for sure...

Life is loneliness. The sudden opening of collapsed on Tom as a crushing blow, and he shivered. Mom is also lonely. At this moment she had nothing to hope or to the sanctity of marriage nor the protection of a loving family, neither the United States Constitution, nor the police; she has no one to turn to but his own heart, and in her heart she'll find irresistible disgust and fear. At this moment before each is its own, only its own task and need to solve it. You're alone, understand this once and for all.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored things we were afraid to forget. In them no mystery, no magic. The magic is only in what they say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together.

Everyone must leave something behind... something behind when he dies, my grandfather, what's after death, will find refuge for your soul. People will look at thee nurtured a tree or a flower, and at this moment you're alive.

Wider open your eyes, live as avidly as if ten seconds will die. Try to see the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made in the factory and paid the money. Don't ask for guarantees, not look for peace - such a beast doesn't exist.

Always true to justice, Mr. Benedict buried a rich Nude. A poor man dressed in brocade robes with a gold five-dollar coins instead of buttons, and a twenty dollar on the eyelids. A lawyer friend did not bury at all: stuck in the incinerator, and the coffin was filled nalovlennyh the ferrets.

He looked as if spellbound at the wreckage that buried the entrance to the next cave. There, from beneath a pile of stone and are absorbed into the ground, ran a trickle of blood. And everything, more nothing is visible... Someone lost a duel.

It's hard to tell the precise moment friendship is born. When a drop of water is poured into the vessel, sometimes some one, the last straw, from which he is suddenly overflowed, and the moisture spills over the edge and here some good things some one suddenly overflowing heart.

If we obey our mind, we would never had a love relationship. We have never had friendship. We would never went for it because I'd be cynical: "something is happening" or: "She's gonna leave me" or "I've just burned, but because..." is Nonsense. So you can miss out on life. Every time you need to jump off the cliff and grow wings on the way down.

Never question the miraculous when it happens.
Never question miracles when they occur.

All the time. Time to destroy and a time to build. A time to be silent and a time to speak. Yes, it is. But what else? Is there something else, something that I must say...

... if his blood spilled on the ground, the smell would be in the fall.

- When is it love, hate?
- Donkey. How!
- Probably, it is because love makes you vulnerable. And that hate people because you're in front of them all at once, such as it is. After all, the only way you can. After all, if you love, you don't just like, but LOVE!!! - with lots of exclamation marks...