There must be something in books, something we canโt imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You donโt stay for nothing.
Ray BradburyDandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.
Ray BradburySomewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt
Ray Bradbury