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“The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“October Country . . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . .”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act one way or another. That'd be silly. They're people. People who do things. Yes, that's the way to put it. People who *do* things.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic. ”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“And what, you ask, does writing teach us?

First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.

So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“If she fell, if she broke, you'd find a million fragments in the morning. Bright crystal and clear wine on the parquet flooring, that's all you'd see at dawn.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever. It was made of all the warm long days together at the beach, and the humming quiet days of droning education at the school. All the long Autumn days of the years past when I carried her books home from school.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
tags: fear
“Don't they get afraid, then?"
"They have a religion for that.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“A train has a poor memory; it soon puts all behind it.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“..love cushions all your irritations, unnatural instincts, hatreds and immaturities.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
tags: love
“How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . .”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“I suppose it's an unconscious little stream of wit that flows quietly under everything I do or say.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they're fascinated with the snake-pit. ”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stomach jump as it does when you see a preserved arm in a laboratory vat.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Well, I've kept you waiting long enough," he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“And with the trick, much admired by magicians, of sitting in a green velour chair and-vanishing! Turn your head and you forgot his face. Vanilla pudding.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“A red ganglion, no bigger than a scarlet thread, snapped and quivered; a nerve, no greater than a red linen fiber twisted. Deep in her one little mech was gone and the entire machine, imbalanced, was about to steadily shake itself to bits.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“He had seen her painted sign by the road: Skin Illustration! Illustration instead of tattoo! Artistic!”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Once in a lifetime anyway, it's nice to make a mistake if you think it'll do somebody some good," she”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“All of the hot-dog stands were boarded up with strips of golden planking, sealing in all the mustard, onion, meat odors of the long, joyful summer. It was like nailing summer into a series of coffins.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Cerrando los ojos, volviendo la cabeza, escuchando. Oh que viento solitario. México es un país raro. Todo selvas y desiertos y extensiones solitarias y aquí y allí un pueblo pequeño como éste, con unaa pocas luces encendidas que puedes apagar con un castañeo de los dedos.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country
“Ah, no, ah, no. There, senor, you would be wrong. Knowing that after the first year the rent is liable not to be paid, we bury the poorest two feet down. It is less work, you understand? of course, we must judge by the family who owns a body.”
Ray Bradbury, The October Country

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