Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that," he said, "shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.

— Ray Bradbury

Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day, every day, sleeping its life away.

— Ray Bradbury

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time,” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")

— Ray Bradbury

A woman's voice answered, "Hello?" Walter cried back at her, "Hello, oh Lord, hello!"" This is a recording," recited the woman's voice. "Miss Helen Arabian is not home. Will you leave a message on the wire spool so she may call you when she returns? Hello? This is a recording. Miss Helen Arabian is not home. Will you leave a message -"He hung up? He sat with his mouth twitching. On second thought he redialed that number." When Miss Helen Arabian comes home," he said, "tell her to go to hell.

— Ray Bradbury

Because sometimes the Church seems like those posed circus tableaux where the curtain lifts and men, white, zinc-oxide, talcum-powder statues, freeze to represent abstract Beauty. Very wonderful. But I hope there will always be room for me to dart about among the statues, don't you, Father Stone?

— Ray Bradbury

Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.

— Ray Bradbury

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't, they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

— Ray Bradbury

Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.' He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable. 'And if you look'—she nodded at the sky—'there's a man on the moon.' He hadn't looked for a long time.

— Ray Bradbury

Better to keep it in the old heads, where no one can see it or suspect it. We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law. Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli, or Christ, it's here. And the hour's late. And the war's begun. And we are out here, and the city is there, all wrapped up in its own coat of a thousand colors... All we want to do is keep the knowledge we think we will need intact and safe. We're not out to incite or anger anyone yet. For if we are destroyed, the knowledge is dead, perhaps for good... Right now we have a horrible job; we're waiting for the war to begin and, as quickly, end. It's not pleasant, but then we're not in control, we're the odd minority crying in the wilderness. When the war's over, perhaps we can be of some use in the world.

— Ray Bradbury

Beware the autumn people

— Ray Bradbury