How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.
Ray BradburyI think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.
Ray BradburyCram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then theyโll feel theyโre thinking, theyโll get a sense of motion without moving. And theyโll be happy, because facts of that sort donโt change. Donโt give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.
Ray Bradbury