Sunsets Are Loved Because They Vanish.

““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 the other.””

— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 Los Angeles, 1980

The Small Assassin, Ray Bradbury

Message of Ray Bradbury.

"When I was 19 years old I couldn't go to college because I came from a poor family. We had no money, so I went to the library at least. Three days a week I read every possible book. At the age of 27 I have actually completed almost the entire library instead of university. So I got my education in the library and for free. When a person wants something, they will find a way to achieve it.

I would like to remind you one thing:

Humans should never forget that we have been assigned only a very small place on earth, that we live surrounded by nature that can easily take back everything that has ever given to man.

It costs absolutely nothing in her way to one day blow us all off the face of the earth or flood the waters of the ocean with her single breath, just to remind man once again that he is not as all-powerful as he still foolishly thinks. "

Ray Bradbury

American writer

October Country

...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noon go quickly, ducks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...

Ray Bradbury

"But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them."

- Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.

—Ray Bradbury

“That’s the whole secret: To do things that excite you.”

— Ray Bradbury, The Art of Fiction No. 203

You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

Ray Bradbury

"do your own bit of saving. that way, if you drown, at least you'll die knowing you were heading for shore."