And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation. 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 BradburyI just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, itโll make sense.
Ray BradburyThe huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Timeโthe big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutesโand the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet from shoes like turnips. Oh, how that great machineโฆdispensed Time in blowing weathers.
Ray Bradbury