Self-Injury: A Struggle

Quotes By Person: Ray Bradbury

We meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad, simple joy and not so simple sorrow.

-Ray Bradbury

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'I don't talk things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive'

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Let me 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?

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Perhaps he had expected their faces to burn with the knowledge they carried, to glow as lanterns glow, with the light in them.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Those who don't build must burn.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails.

-Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

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Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of the world I know; therefore I love her nose. Her ears hear music that I might sing the whole 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. Billions of prickling textures. Cut one sense away, cut part of life away. Cut two senses, life halves itself on the instant. We love what we know, we love what we are.

-Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury

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He had been crying quietly all evening. It did not show, not a vestige of it, on his face. It was all hidden somewhere and it wouldn't stop.

-The October Game, Ray Bradbury

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