If You Did Not Write Every Day, The Poisons Would Accumulate And You Would Begin To Die, Or Act Crazy,

Ray Bradbury - El hombre ilustrado

It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (William Morrow Paperbacks; April 23, 2013) (via Cultural Offering)

September Loneliness

Ray Bradbury// September Morn, Paul Émile Chabas// "Persephone", Alice Jones// Painting with the Padre, Daniel Garber// Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami// Sunny September, Helen McNicoll// "Autumn Psalm", Julia de Burgos

“The 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 midnights 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 Martian Chronicles (USA/UK, 1980).

"So the dragon ate the white swan. I haven’t seen her for years. I can’t even remember what she looks like. I feel her, though. She’s safe inside, still alive; the essential swan hasn’t changed a feather. Do you know, there are some mornings in spring or fall, when I wake and think, I’ll run across the fields into the woods and pick wild strawberries! Or I’ll swim in the lake, or I’ll dance all night tonight until dawn! And then, in a rage, discover I’m in this old and ruined dragon. I’m the princess in the crumbled tower, no way out, waiting for her Prince Charming."

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

"do your own bit of saving. that way, if you drown, at least you'll die knowing you were heading for shore."

It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.

Ray Bradbury

—Somewhere a Band is Playing, Ray Bradbury

[text ID: Somewhere a band is playing

Oh listen, oh listen that tune!

If you learn it you’ll dance on forever

In June and yet June and more June.

And Death will be dumb and not clever

And Death will lie silent forever

In June and June and more June.]

*Originally published under the title "The Naming of Names"