"That Country Where It Is Always Turning Late In The Year. That Country Where The Hills Are Fog And The

2 unusual editions of Bradbury’s ‘Fahrenheit 451’.

“But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.”

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.

Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

From our stacks: Illustration for "A Sound of Thunder," from The Golden Apples of the Sun. Ray Bradbury. With Drawings by Joe Mugnaini. London: Rupert Hart-Davis, 1972.

Advert for the film version of Fahrenheit 451 on a tram at St. Stephen’s Boulevard, Budapest, 1969. From the Budapest municipal photography company archive.

Your favourite from the winners of the writers polls I've done a little while ago

(I promise that I AM painfully aware of the fact that Shakespeare is overpowered...)

“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, “Zen in the Art of Writing”

Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.

—Ray Bradbury

Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920) 

“All graves are wrong graves when you come down to it,” he said. “No,” I said. “There are right graves and wrong ones, just as there are good times to die and bad times.”

—Ray Bradbury, The Kilimanjaro Device