"His flesh took paleness from his bones...." - Quote by Ray Bradbury

“Don't talk about it; write.”

“No person ever died that had a family.”

“I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.”

“The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.”

“Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.”

“No one knows whether death is really the greatest blessing a man can have, but they fear it is the greatest curse, as if they knew well.”

“We are fastened to a dying animal.”

“There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea.”

“Slavery is no scholar, no improver; it does not love the whistle of the railroad; it does not love the newspaper, the mailbag, a college, a book or a preacher who has the absurd whim of saying what he thinks; it does not increase the white population; it does not improve the soil; everything goes to decay.”