Death is a Lonely Business Quotes

“Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“A day without writing was a little death.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“What should I do?"
"Throw up in your typewriter every morning."
"Yeah."
"Clean up every noon.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“With nothing trembles.
To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Someone who loved night arrivals and dark departures, for the hell, the fun, the death of it?”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable of only heart murmurs for talk.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Everyone in the world needs two, three jobs,” I said, without hesitation. “One job isn’t enough, just as one life isn’t enough. I want to have a dozen of both.” “Bull’s-eye. Doctors should dig ditches. Ditchdiggers ought to run kindergartens one day a week. Philosophers should wash dishes in a greasy spoon two nights out of ten. Mathematicians should blow whistles at high school gyms. Poets should drive trucks for a change of menu and police detectives—” “Should own and operate the Garden of Eden,” I said, quietly.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“There are some people who live to be thirty-five or forty, but because no one ever notices, their lives are candle-brief, invisible-small.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“Will power is the answer. Will power. No white bread, no Nestle's Crunch bars... I flinched and felt the last of the bars melting in my pockets.

На все вопросы ответ один — сила воли! Исключительно сила воли. Никаких булок, никаких шоколадных плиток… Я моргнул и почувствовал, как последняя из шоколадок тает у меня в кармане.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Whenever I am very happy or very sad or very embarrassed, I cram my mouth with sweets and litter the breezeway with discards.

Когда я очень счастлив, или очень огорчен, или смущен, я всегда набиваю рот сладостями и бросаю обертки где попало.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“We all just gave up on that and stayed friends.

Мы просто перестали об этом говорить и остались друзьями.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Time only works well in one direction. Back. I control the past. I’ll be damned if I know what to do with the present, and to hell with the future. I’m not going to be there, don’t want to go there, and would hate you if you made me. It’s a perfect life.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“one night I met up with Death’s friend and didn’t know it.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“I took the candy wrappers shamefacedly, and felt the extra ten pounds sag around my middle as I held these flags of defeat.

Я стыдливо взял конфетные обертки — эти свидетельства моего поражения, — чувствуя, как еще десять лишних фунтов нарастают у меня на боках.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Birinin öldüğünü bildiğinizde, ardında bıraktığı hava, yaptığınız her hareketi, soluk alp verişinizi bile engeller.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“By night the wires on the high poles tell evil tales in the dripping mist.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“He wanted to be seen. He wished to drown me in his need.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“calliope downstairs in the rotunda started up, running the carousel. It sounded like a dragon that had swallowed a corps of bagpipers and was now trying to throw them back up, in no particular order to no particular tune.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“and kings once ruled, then went away with the tides along the flats. Some were buried with their chariots, it was said. Some with relics of their arrogance and magnificence. Some left behind only images of themselves in strange canisters which, held to the light and spun on a shuttle, talked in tongues and tossed black-and-white shadow-shows on empty tapestry screens.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business

“That being so, why should I listen to some young scribe who hasn’t even begun to make his name in literary history”—again my wince, again he waited—“who just because he finds a lion cage full of accidental drowning thinks he has stumbled on Crime and Punishment and feels like Raskolnikov’s son. End of speech. Respond.” “You know Raskolnikov?” I said, in amaze. “Almost before you were born. But that doesn’t buy horseflakes. Plead your case.” “I’m a writer, I know more about feelings than you do.” “Balls. I’m a detective, I know more about facts than you do. You afraid a fact will confuse you?” “I—” “Tell me this, kiddo. Anything ever happen to you in your life?” “Anything?”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Oh,” I said, the last of the hot air going out of my balloon.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“I headed for the police station filled with grand fancies, wild ideas, incredible clues, possible puzzles, evident solutions.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“You do not really want to meet your special love, you only want to dream that some night she’ll step out and walk, with her footprints vanishing on the sand as the wind follows, to your apartment where she’ll tap on your window and enter to unspool her spirit-light in long creeks of film on your ceiling.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business

“Venice, California, in the old days had much to recommend it to people who liked to be sad. It had fog almost every night and along the shore the moaning of the oil well machinery and the slap of dark water in the canals and the hiss of sand against the windows of your house when the wind came up and sang among the open places and along the empty walks.”
― Ray Bradbury, Death is a Lonely Business