Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Sadness At His Passing, Joy At His Having Been Here

I just found out that Ray Bradbury's dead. In an ironic twist of fate, I'd just mentioned him on a Facebook posting.


His grandson, in a statement, said, "He was the biggest kid I know."

He may be dead, but the world is a different place because he was here and that cannot be changed.

I find that incredibly joyful and comforting. Especially in his case.


  1. Nice to have his grandson say that he was the biggest kid he knew. Joy of life--that is awesome.

  2. That is sad the he died, but like you said "everyone dies" - great legacy that he left to us.

    Don't mean to be disrespectful at all, but I am still laughing over the "Imaginary Friend" thing in last nights post. You are the best ranter ever and I love it and agree wholeheartedly!

  3. I saw that. I love science fiction and for a very long time that's just about all I read. And Ray, I probably read everything he wrote.

  4. Syd- Isn't that just the BEST?

    liv- I stole the "imaginary friend" thing from someone. Christopher Hitchens? I don't remember. But I agree.

    Ellen Abbott- I remember distinctly the first time I ever read anything by Bradbury. It was In Dandelion Wine and it knocked me out and I knew I was in the presence of a great writer and a great thinker and I've never forgotten that.

  5. I never knew how much i could appreciate science fiction until i read Ray Bradbury. Some of my very favorite quotes are his:

    “Science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.”


    "There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What did time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time look like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, 100 billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing. That was how Time smelled and looked and sounded. And tonight-Tomas shoved a hand into the wind outside the truck-tonight you could almost taste time.”


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