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Ray Bradbury słynne cytaty
„Czy wszyscy umierający ludzie czują się tak, jakby nigdy nie żyli?”
Ilustrowany człowiek i inne opowiadania (2003)
„Nie należy sądzić książki po obwolucie.”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Los Angeles, 11 lipca 1974.
Henry Kuttner – niedoceniony mistrz
Ilustrowany człowiek i inne opowiadania (2003)
„451° Fahrenheita – to temperatura, w której papier zaczyna się tlić i płonie…”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
motto książki.
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Ray Bradbury cytaty
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Fahrenheit 451
Ilustrowany człowiek i inne opowiadania (2003)
Henry Kuttner – niedoceniony mistrz
Ray Bradbury: Cytaty po angielsku
Christ, Old Student in a New School (1972)
Kontekst: Oh come, please come, to the Poor Mouth Fair
Where the Saints kneel round in their underwear
And say out prayers that most need saying
For needful sinners who've forgotten praying;
And in every alcove and niche you spy
The living dead who envy the long since gone
Who never wished to die.
The Paris Review interview (2010)
Kontekst: The need for romance is constant, and again, it’s pooh-poohed by intellectuals. As a result they’re going to stunt their kids. You can’t kill a dream. Social obligation has to come from living with some sense of style, high adventure, and romance. It’s like my friend Mr. Electrico. … he was a real man. That was his real name. Circuses and carnivals were always passing through Illinois during my childhood and I was in love with their mystery. One autumn weekend in 1932, when I was twelve years old, the Dill Brothers Combined Shows came to town. One of the performers was Mr. Electrico. He sat in an electric chair. A stagehand pulled a switch and he was charged with fifty thousand volts of pure electricity. Lightning flashed in his eyes and his hair stood on end. … Mr. Electrico was a beautiful man, see, because he knew that he had a little weird kid there who was twelve years old and wanted lots of things. We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan and he treated me like a grown-up. I talked my big philosophies and he talked his little ones. Then we went out and sat on the dunes near the lake and all of a sudden he leaned over and said, I’m glad you’re back in my life. I said, What do you mean? I don’t know you. He said, You were my best friend outside of Paris in 1918. You were wounded in the Ardennes and you died in my arms there. I’m glad you’re back in the world. You have a different face, a different name, but the soul shining out of your face is the same as my friend. Welcome back.
Now why did he say that? Explain that to me, why? Maybe he had a dead son, maybe he had no sons, maybe he was lonely, maybe he was an ironical jokester. Who knows? It could be that he saw the intensity with which I live. Every once in a while at a book signing I see young boys and girls who are so full of fire that it shines out of their face and you pay more attention to that. Maybe that’s what attracted him.
When I left the carnival that day I stood by the carousel and I watched the horses running around and around to the music of “Beautiful Ohio,” and I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew something important had happened to me that day because of Mr. Electrico. I felt changed. He gave me importance, immortality, a mystical gift. My life was turned around completely. It makes me cold all over to think about it, but I went home and within days I started to write. I’ve never stopped.
Seventy-seven years ago, and I’ve remembered it perfectly. I went back and saw him that night. He sat in the chair with his sword, they pulled the switch, and his hair stood up. He reached out with his sword and touched everyone in the front row, boys and girls, men and women, with the electricity that sizzled from the sword. When he came to me, he touched me on the brow, and on the nose, and on the chin, and he said to me, in a whisper, “Live forever.” And I decided to.
“The great religions are all metaphor.”
The Paris Review interview (2010)
Kontekst: Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. <!-- They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story. And that’s what kids like. Today, my stories are in a thousand anthologies. And I’m in good company. The other writers are quite often dead people who wrote in metaphors: Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne. All these people wrote for children. They may have pretended not to, but they did.
“The way to teach in this world is to pretend you're not teaching.”
Playboy interview (1996)
Kontekst: The way to teach in this world is to pretend you're not teaching. Science fiction offers the chance to pretend to look the other way while teaching. Science fiction is also a great way to pretend you are writing about the future when in reality you are attacking the recent past and the present. You can criticize communists, racists, fascists or any other clear and present danger, and they can't imagine you are writing about them.
The Paris Review interview (2010)
Kontekst: I often use the metaphor of Perseus and the head of Medusa when I speak of science fiction. Instead of looking into the face of truth, you look over your shoulder into the bronze surface of a reflecting shield. Then you reach back with your sword and cut off the head of Medusa. Science fiction pretends to look into the future but it’s really looking at a reflection of what is already in front of us.
“That’s the whole secret: to do things that excite you.”
The Paris Review interview (2010)
Kontekst: I write all the time. I get up every morning not knowing what I’m going to do. I usually have a perception around dawn when I wake up. I have what I call the theater of morning inside my head, all these voices talking to me. When they come up with a good metaphor, then I jump out of bed and trap them before they’re gone. That’s the whole secret: to do things that excite you.
Playboy interview (1996)
Kontekst: We could have built a colony on the moon and moved on to Mars. We need something larger than ourselves — that's a real religious activity. That's what space travel can be — relating ourselves to the universe. … NASA is to blame — the entire government is to blame — and the end of the Cold War really pulled the plug, draining any passion that remained.
“People ask me to predict the future, when all I want to do is prevent it. Better yet, build it.”
Beyond 1984: The People Machines (1979)
Kontekst: People ask me to predict the future, when all I want to do is prevent it. Better yet, build it. Predicting the future is much too easy, anyway. You look at the people around you, the street you stand on, the visible air you breathe, and predict more of the same. To hell with more. I want better.
“A.E. Van Vogt was not strange, he was kind.”
As quoted in SF Authors Remember A.E. van Vogt (2000) http://www.sfrevu.com/ISSUES/2000/ARTICLES/20000128-03.htm#SF%20Authors%20Remeber%20A.E.%20van%20Vogt
Kontekst: At the end of June in 1939 I took a bus east to New York to attend the first World Science Fiction convention. On the bus with me I took the June of Astounding Science-Fiction in which the short story by A. E. van Vogt appeared. It was an astonishing encounter. In that same issue with him were C. L. Moore and Ross Rocklynne, a fantastic issue to take with me on that long journey, for I was still a poor unpublished writer selling newspapers on a street corner for ten dollars a week and hoping, someday, to be an established writer myself, but that was still two years off. On the way I drank in the words of A. E. Van Vogt and was stunned by what I saw there. He became a deep influence for the next year.
As it turned out, I didn't become A. E. Van Vogt, no one else could, and when I finally met him was pleased to see that the man was as pleasant to be with as were his stories. I knew him over a long period of years and he was a kind and wonderful gentleman, a real asset to the Science Fantasy Society in L. A., where there are a lot of strange people. A. E. Van Vogt was not strange, he was kind. He gave me advice and helped me along the road to becoming what I wanted to become.
“I don't talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things.”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Źródło: Fahrenheit 451
“Oh God, without them [libraries], what have we? We have no past and we have no future.”
Mojave magazine (November 1990)
“I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Źródło: Fahrenheit 451
Ray Bradbury
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The October Country
The Next in Line (1947)
Źródło: The October Country (1955)
Kontekst: “Don’t these people ever get lonely?”
“They’re used to it this way.”
“Don’t they get afraid, then?”
”They have a religion for that.”
“I wish I had a religion.”
“The minute you get a religion you stop thinking,” he said. “Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.”
“That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Źródło: Fahrenheit 451
“Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.”
Ray Bradbury
książka
451 stopni Fahrenheita
Źródło: Fahrenheit 451
“We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.”
Ray Bradbury
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The Martian Chronicles
Źródło: The Martian Chronicles
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