Ray Bradbury Quotes About Running

Quotes about: Running

• There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Book, People

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.209, Simon and Schuster

• You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Writing, Sleep

  Ray Bradbury (1980). “The Stories of Ray Bradbury”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

• Work is the only answer. I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn't work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Rules To Live By, Three

  "Ray Bradbury on Sci-Fi, God and Robots: The Late Author's Biggest Ideas" by Angela Watercutter, www.wired.com. June 6, 2012.

• Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Character, Snow

• I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Fun, Air

  Ray Bradbury, Sam Weller (2012). “Listen to the Echoes: The Ray Bradbury Interviews”, p.306, Melville House

• My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

  Ray Bradbury

  Letting Go, Running, Writing

  Ray Bradbury (1980). “The Stories of Ray Bradbury”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

• An athlete may run ten thousand miles in order to prepare for one hundred yards. Quantity gives experience.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Athlete, Order

• We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.

  Ray Bradbury

  Inspirational, Motivational, Friendship

  FaceBook post by Ray Bradbury from Dec 09, 2015

• How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Hate, Fall

  Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes”, Alfred a Knopf Inc

• There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Buddhist, Book

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.209, Simon and Schuster

• The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Writing, Hands

  Ray Bradbury (1951). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, Simon and Schuster

• Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all Plot ever should be. It is human desire let run, running, and reaching a goal. It cannot be mechanical. It can only be dynamic.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Character, Snow

• All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Sunset, Games

  Ray Bradbury (1990). “Fahrenheit 451: Curriculum Unit”

• But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Circles, Library

  Ray Bradbury, Sam Weller (2012). “Listen to the Echoes: The Ray Bradbury Interviews”, p.293, Melville House

• 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

• Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it... I write for fun.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Fun, Writing

• They are so confident that they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that some day it'll have to hit.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Space, Fire

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.50, Hamilton Books

• That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Risk, Dying

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.41, Hamilton Books

• In sum, do not insult me with the beheadings, finger choppings or the lung-deflations you plan for my works. I need my head to shake or nod, my hand to wave or make into a fist, my lungs to shout or whisper with. I will not go gently onto a shelf, degutted, to become a non-book. All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It's my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Book, Sunset

  Ray Bradbury (1990). “Fahrenheit 451: Curriculum Unit”

• Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Hurt, Sadness

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “Something Wicked This Way Comes”, p.17, Harper Collins

• For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching!

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Home, Long

• Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Men, Shadow

  Ray Bradbury (1980). “The Stories of Ray Bradbury”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

• The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've done fine tonight. Even Death can't spoil it.

  Ray Bradbury

  Death, Running, Pain

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

• Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Doors, Gone

• He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

  Ray Bradbury

  Girl, Running, Doors

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.5, Hamilton Books

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