Showing posts with label Ray Bradbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Bradbury. Show all posts

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Time


butterflies and take out parables  8/31/08 by gary isaacs'  photos.






There was a smell of Time in the air tonight....What sis Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like, it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping sown upon hollow box-lids, and rain.

~Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles


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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Spices


Faber sniffed the book. "Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy."

~Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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