June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
“October in the Chair,” Neil Gaiman, featured in M is for Magic
Black & white illustrations by Moebius. Reference for some of these: doorofperception.com
My heart did not beat, it exploded.
I did not warm to a subject, I boiled over.
I have always run fast and yelled loud about a list of great and magical things I knew I simply could not live without.
“And a last thought from Tom: O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death? And the thought returned: When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from The Halloween Tree
Black Mirror S06E03 (Beyond the Sea)
Book title: The Illustrated Man (1951) by Ray Bradbury
Cover illustration by Charles Binger
Info from ISFDB
My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches. And the gardens, too. Not many gardens any more to sit around in. And look at the furniture. No rocking chairs any more. They're too comfortable. Get people up and running around. ~Ray Bradbury
(Book: Fahrenheit 451 https://amzn.to/3MgR9Hz)
(Art: Photograph by H. Armstrong Roberts)
“All graves are wrong graves when you come down to it,” he said. “No,” I said. “There are right graves and wrong ones, just as there are good times to die and bad times.”
—Ray Bradbury, The Kilimanjaro Device
𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 Los Angeles, 1980
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451