The day was brightening all about them as if a pink lamp had been given more wick.

"The blade lay in his skin like a sun-set girl placing her towel upon the shore with perfect motion."

"...a little girl lost on a plateau where there used to be trees (you could feel the memory of their shapes all about) sitting in the center of the "living room."

- Fahrenheit 451

"It was as if the glass blower resented my staring at his stares.
Or perhaps he feared I might sneeze out one eye and come in for a refill."

- Death Is A Lonely Business

And if God be content, would He not hum under His breath? Feel your bones. Aren't the marrows teaming with that hum? For that matter, God not only hums, He sings in the elements. He dances in molecules. Eternal celebration swarms us. Something is near. Sh.

- The Lost City of Mars

the marmalade drawl of the chicky-chalk talkin people , down where you dont belong , wax walkin wonders allover the fall , shadows stalking the hall , lights flicker fly off the walls , as we dance and grow tall .....


ME. inspired by bradbury .