How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.
Ray BradburyThe books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.
Ray BradburyThe first thing a writer should be is - excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it'd be better for his health.
Ray Bradbury