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It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
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I think perhaps tonight is a good time to take a wander through my head, randomly picking up ideas, memories, bits of intellectual bric-a-brac. I stood at my window somewhere in the small hours of the morning before retiring. 1,066 more words
Lots of great anecdotes, quotes, and writing advice from Ray Bradbury, lifted from this post at Tor.com. The below video includes a whole host of books and writers to check out, and some surprising insights into Bradbury’s mind (“Writing is not a serious business!” and “I don’t write things to benefit the world”). 10 more words
Fear and trembling would be a good start. What I’ve mainly learned is how to handle large stacks of paper. My approach—or hope—has always been the same. 1,074 more words