Ray Bradbury Quotes About Birds

Quotes about: Birds

• What can we writers learn from lizards, lift from birds? In quickness is truth. The faster you blurt, the more swiftly you write, the more honest you are. In hesitation is thought. In delay comes the effort for a style, instead of leaping upon truth which is the only style worth deadfalling or tiger-trapping.

  Ray Bradbury

  Writing, Effort, Bird

• The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.

  Ray Bradbury

  Book, Wings, Yellow

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.56, Hamilton Books

• The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

  Ray Bradbury

  Song, Eye, Night

  Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

• The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Rain, Fall

  Ray Bradbury (2011). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.20, Simon and Schuster

• Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.

  Ray Bradbury

  Two, Bird, Stones

• And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in

  Ray Bradbury

  Summer, Morning, Children

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.18, HarperCollins UK

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