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  • His flesh took paleness from his bones.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • She didn't watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning.
    (Ray Bradbury, "The Martian Chronicles")

  • Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • The Martians were there-in the canal-reflected in the water.... The Martians stared back up at them for a long, long silent time from the rippling water....
    (Ray Bradbury, "The Martian Chronicles")

  • So the carnival steams by, shakes ANY tree: it rains jackasses.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")


  • The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.
    (Ray Bradbury, "The Martian Chronicles")

  • The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've done fine tonight. Even Death can't spoil it.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • They stood there, King of the Hill, Top of the Heap, Ruler of All They Surveyed, Unimpeachable Monarchs and Presidents, trying to understand what it meant to own a world and how big a world really was.
    (Ray Bradbury, "The Martian Chronicles")

  • The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.
    (Ray Bradbury, "The Martian Chronicles")

  • They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • 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.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • 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?
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")

  • You'll be found, your nickels, dimes and Indian-heads fused by electroplating. Abe Lincolns melted into Miss Columbias, eagles plucked raw on the backs of quarters, all run to quicksilver in your jeans. More! Any boy hit by lightning, lift his lid and there on his eyeball, pretty as the Lord's Prayer on a pin, find the last scene the boy ever saw! A box-Brownie photo, by God, of that fire climbing down the sky to blow you like a penny whistle, suck your soul back up along the bright stair!
    (Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes")


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