...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.
Ray BradburyIt's rare you get an idea from a dream. I can't really recall a story that ever worked out that way. I think in 35 years of writing, that I've ever had a dream that held up. They're much too dislocated
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 BradburyWrite a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.
Ray BradburyA reason I became a writer was to escape the hopelessness and despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I could create with my imagination.
Ray Bradbury