Coda Quotes

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Ray Bradbury
“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, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury
“For, let's face it, digression is the soul of wit. Take philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Octavio Paz
“Tal vez amar es aprender a caminar por este mundo”
Octavio Paz , Mexican Poetry: An Anthology

Ezra Pound
“Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people’s faces, / Will you find your lost dead among them?”
Ezra Pound, Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

Mie Hansson
“It’s just another stop on the curvy road
the final encounter
for the man who has lived
death is the answer.”
Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives

Ray Bradbury
“Simplicity itself. Skin, debone, demarrow, scarify, melt, render down and destroy. Every adjective that counted, every verb that moved, every metaphor that weighed more than a mosquito--out! Every simile that would have made sub-moron's mouth twitch--gone! Any aside that explained the two-bit philosophy of a first-rate writer--lost!
Every story slenderized, starved, bluepenciled, leeched and bled white, resembled every other story. Twain read like Poe read Shakespeare read like Dostoevsky read like--in the finale--Edgar Guest. Every word of more than three syllables had been razored. Every image that demanded so much as one instant's attention--shot dead.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“You can’t translate something
that was never in a language
in the first place.”
Chase Twichell

“Davvero Oliver, agli sportelli della felicità c'è sempre una fila incredibile che difficilmente si riesce a immaginare.”
Marco Gregò, Nella terra del sole che sboccia