“Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will.
But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years,
trying to pin it down, comprehend it,
we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity,
All it is, however, is a stopped watch,
a loss, an end, a darkness.
Ray Bradbury: 1920 – 2012
As a kid, a new teenager with six older brothers and sisters, there were exactly two writers who made me feel like books were cool. Kurt Vonnegut and Ray Bradbury.
Or I should say, made me feel cool . . . reading books.
Bradbury wrote a lot of great things. This is the first book of his, borrowed from a brother’s room, that I read and loved. It helped lead to so many, many possibilities.
Fans of Ray . . . DON’T DARE MISS THIS!