I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer. Ray Bradbury, 1967 interview (Doing the Math - that means for every story he sold, he wrote six "un-publishable" ones. Keep typing!)
Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that people often wish harmful things upon others without understanding the gravity of such thoughts, reflecting on human nature and empathy.
Ray Bradbury's quote invites us to reflect on the incongruity of human desires and our sometimes callous attitudes toward the suffering of others. It highlights the idea that before we truly grasp the concept of death and its implications, we may casually wish it upon others, which speaks to a deeper lack of empathy and awareness in our interactions with people. This notion serves as a reminder to cultivate compassion and understanding rather than resorting to harmful thoughts.
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In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about empathy in a psychology class.
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