Ray Bradbury Quotes About Bones

Quotes about: Bones

• Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

  Ray Bradbury

  Father, Writing, Dry Bones

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.211, Simon and Schuster

• The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes—and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machine…dispensed Time in blowing weathers.

  Ray Bradbury

  Feet, Wrinkles, Dust

• His flesh took paleness from his bones.

  Ray Bradbury

  Flesh, Bones

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.95, Hachette UK

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