So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.
Ray BradburyThese are all novels, all about people that never existed, the people that read them it makes them unhappy with their own lives. Makes them want to live in other ways they can never really be.
Ray BradburyWrite a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.
Ray BradburyHe felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.
Ray Bradbury