When you hear the name Ray Bradbury, you probably think of Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles or even The Illustrated Man. I’ve only read Fahrenheit 451, and I wish I’d known earlier that the man, who passed away in 2012, was an extraordinarily prolific writer. In honor of his 94th birthday, I did some digging and learned that he wrote daily for 70 plus years. In that time, he published over 30 books and about 600 short stories, in addition to numerous poems, plays, operas, screenplays and essays.
Bradbury’s life-long affair with writing began when he met carnival magician, Mr. Electrico. In 1932, Electrico commanded 12-year-old Bradbury to “live forever.” If there was any writer dedicated to this dream (through their craft), it was Bradbury, whose final piece, “Take Me Home,” was published in The New Yorker days before he passed at the age of 91.
In his later years, Bradbury loved to spark the creativity of his readers as well as any young, aspiring writers. If you’re in need to some inspiration, look no further than these 12 essential Bradbury-isms.
The first piece of advice that Bradbury gave was to write a “hell of a lot” of short stories. He advised against starting with novels because short stories train you to compact your writing. Bradbury challenged writers to crank out one short story a week for a year and dared them to draft 52 bad stories in a row.
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?