Ray Bradbury — People

A glowing firefly above a small dark mound on an ink-blue hill. — Original artwork

Dad’s voice was a midnight school, teaching deep fathom hours, and the subject was life.

Ray Bradbury

A small figure holding an amber lantern beneath a large horned shadow on a dark indigo wall. — Original artwork

Evil has only the power that we give it.

Ray Bradbury

A row of autumn leaves growing fainter from left to right on a brown background. — Original artwork

For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so

Ray Bradbury

An oval cream relief of a mother and baby beside folded pink knitting and a small wind-up music box. — Original artwork

His wife smiled in her sleep. Why? She's immortal. She has a son.

Ray Bradbury

A boy stands on a wooden porch at dusk looking up at the stars and a red planet, a brass telescope and a bicycle on the lawn of a small town. — Original artwork

If you enjoy living, it is not difficult to keep the sense of wonder.

Ray Bradbury

An open book and pale quill sit beside small brass scales and an ink pot beneath a golden beam of light. — Original artwork

"I it. I know everything."

Ray Bradbury

A wilted pale flower rests on an empty wooden chair in a softly lit blue room. — Original artwork

“I know it. I know everything.” She waited a moment. “What do you know?” “No use making more people. People die.” His voice was very calm and quiet and almost sad. “That’s everything.”

Ray Bradbury

A blank ivory name badge in a brass holder hangs from a short burgundy ribbon against dark teal. — Original artwork

Mr. Dark nodded, pleased. "What's your name, boy?"

Ray Bradbury

Painterly two pale face masks pointing opposite ways with tangled purple ribbon between them. — Original artwork

Mr. Dark nodded, pleased. "What's your name, boy?" Don't tell him! thought Will, and stopped. Why not? he wondered, why? Jim's lips hardly twitched. "Simon," he said. He smiled to show it was a lie. Mr. Dark smiled to show he knew it.

Ray Bradbury

Painterly two carved faces turned toward each other, one glowing gold, on dark blue cloth. — Original artwork

That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

Ray Bradbury

A small round lens reflects golden autumn leaves beside a rippling puddle on gray ground. — Original artwork

The trouble with Jim was he looked at the world and could not look away. And when you never look away all your life, by the time you are thirteen you have done twenty years taking in the laundry of the world.

Ray Bradbury

A pale sandy path curves around dark rocks and disappears into soft gray mist. — Original artwork

Those trains and their grieving sounds were lost forever between stations, not remembering where they had been, not guessing where they might go, exhaling their last pale breaths over the horizon, gone. So it was with all trains, ever.

Ray Bradbury

Painterly child tending a bandaged knee beside a fallen bicycle in a sunlit meadow. — Original artwork

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up again with everybody else.

Ray Bradbury

A grinning fireman in a black uniform and helmet sprays flame at a burning house as pages of books whirl up into the smoke, a black fire engine beside him. — Original artwork

It was a pleasure to burn.

Ray Bradbury