Ray Bradbury Quotes

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

If I am what I have and if I lose what I have who then am I?

I describe myself as a human being.

You can either see yourself as a wave in the ocean or you can see yourself as the ocean.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.

I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had no idea how quickly it was to change, to fade. If I had, I would have stared at my reflection, memorizing it. It was the last time I would look into a real mirror for more than a decade.

Do you think that people ever really do believe they will die, that the world will just go along as always without them? I wonder if we aren't all a little surprised at the moment of crossover, if we don't look back over our shoulders saying, Now hold on.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

I don't know whether I am different from other people. Perhaps I am. Perhaps no one has a personality, and people are inventing themselves in the context in which they find themselves.

Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are - hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.

When I look in the mirror, I see about a thousand different Jadas.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.

I don't think I'm boring.

I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.

I think that I do separate myself a fair amount. And I don't feel like I am representing women. That's up to however people interpret it once they sort of see it.

I have always felt that I am the sum total of my parts.

The world is the mirror of myself dying.

Our subjectivity is so completely our own.

I'm not crazy. But I am different. I'm still learning about myself.

And I know when I was younger, and still, I always marvel at what I feel is different from what I'm told that I'm supposed to feel.

It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.

You're looking at a different me than I'm looking at.