"....It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history...."
"......The last few nights he had had the most uncertain feelings about the sidewalk just around the corner here, moving in the starlight toward his house. He had felt that a moment prior to his making the turn, someone had been there. Ther air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned into a shadow and let him through. ..."
"...How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? "What a shame! You're not in love with anyone!"...And, why not? ...."
"...One drop of rain. Clarisse. Another drop. Mildred. A third. The uncle. A fourth. The fire tonight. One. Clarisse. Two. Mildred. Three, uncle. Four, fire. One, Mildred, two, Clarisse. One, two, three, four, five, Clarisse, Mildred, uncle, fire, sleeping tablets, men disposable tissue, cottails, blow, wad, flush, Clarisse, Mildred, uncle, fire, tablets, tissues, blow, wad, flush. One, two, three, one, two, three! Rain. The storm. The uncle laughing. Thunder falling downstairs. The whole world pouring down. The fire gushing up in a volcano. All rushing on down around in a spouting roar and rivering stream toward morning. "I don't know anything anymore," He said, and let a sleep lozenge dissolve on his tongue...."
--Ray Bradbury "The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." --Albert Camus "But words are things, and a small drop of ink/ Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces/ That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." --Lord Byron "Fiction is the truth inside the lie." --Stephan King
"......The last few nights he had had the most uncertain feelings about the sidewalk just around the corner here, moving in the starlight toward his house. He had felt that a moment prior to his making the turn, someone had been there. Ther air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned into a shadow and let him through. ..."
"...How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? "What a shame! You're not in love with anyone!"...And, why not? ...."
"...One drop of rain. Clarisse. Another drop. Mildred. A third. The uncle. A fourth. The fire tonight. One. Clarisse. Two. Mildred. Three, uncle. Four, fire. One, Mildred, two, Clarisse. One, two, three, four, five, Clarisse, Mildred, uncle, fire, sleeping tablets, men disposable tissue, cottails, blow, wad, flush, Clarisse, Mildred, uncle, fire, tablets, tissues, blow, wad, flush. One, two, three, one, two, three! Rain. The storm. The uncle laughing. Thunder falling downstairs. The whole world pouring down. The fire gushing up in a volcano. All rushing on down around in a spouting roar and rivering stream toward morning. "I don't know anything anymore," He said, and let a sleep lozenge dissolve on his tongue...."
--Ray Bradbury "The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." --Albert Camus "But words are things, and a small drop of ink/ Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces/ That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." --Lord Byron "Fiction is the truth inside the lie." --Stephan King
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