No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the bittersweet nature of reality and the desire to escape into a more serene existence.
Ray Bradbury's quote encapsulates a profound sentiment about the contrast between the enchanting allure of a perfect night and the inevitable return to the complexities of the mundane world. It suggests that while moments of beauty and peace inspire longing to remain in that blissful state, the reality we inhabit demands our attention and engagement. It serves as a reminder that while we may savor the fleeting joys in life, we must also acknowledge and confront the challenges that lie beyond those moments.
In practice
During a reflective conversation about life choices and desires.
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!)
I never went to college, so I went to the library.
There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.
I think the sun is a flower, That blooms for just one hour.
The first thing a writer should be is - excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it'd be better for his health.
You can't try to do things; you simply must do them.
The Self of everyone, the Atma of everyone, the transcendental field of reality of everyone, is the same in everyone. Whether the body calls itself an American, German, Indian or Chinese, it doesn't matter.
Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own
The fate of a nation depends on the way that they eat.
I don’t believe in extraordinary concatenations of coincidence.
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd
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