Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked T Quotes

A collection of quotes by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked T.

Ray Bradbury was an American author known for his contributions to science fiction and fantasy literature. Born on August 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Illinois, Bradbury became one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. His novel "Something Wicked This Way Comes" published in 1962, is a dark fantasy tale that explores themes of good versus evil. Bradbury's unique storytelling style and vivid imagination captivated readers, earning him numerous awards and accolades throughout his career. He passed away on June 5, 2012, leaving behind a legacy of remarkable literary works.

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And now, these books. This. He touched PHYSIOGNOMONIE. The secrets of the individual's character as found on his face. Were Jim and Will, then, featured all angelic, pure, half-innocent, peering up through the sidewalk at marching terror? Did the boys represent the ideal for your Woman, Man, or Child of Excellent Bearing, Color, Balance, and Summer Disposition?Converserly...Charles Halloway turned a page...did the scurrying freaks, the Illustrated Marvel, bear the foreheads of the Irascible, the Cruel, the Covetous, the mouths of the Lewd and Untruthful? the teeth of the Crafty, the Unstable, the Audacious, the Vainglorious, and your Marvelous Beast?No. The book slipped shut. If faces were judged, the freaks were no worse than many he'd been slipping from the liberty late nights in his long career.There was only one thing sure.Two lines of Shakespeare said it. He should write them in the middle of the clock of books, to fix the heart of his apprehension:By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.So vague yet so immense.He did not want to live with it.Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it for all the rest of his life.At the window he looked out and thought Jim, Will, are you coming? Will you get here?Waiting, his flesh took paleness from his bones.

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