Quote by: Ray Bradbury

I talk. Jim runs. I tilt stones, Jim grabs the cold junk under the stones and -lickety-split! I climb hills. Jim yells off church steeples. I got a bank account. Jim’s got the hair on his head, the yell in his mouth, the shirt on his back and the tennis shoes on his feet. How come I think he’s richer?


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Author Bio


  • NameRay Bradbury
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • BornAugust 23, 1920
  • DiedJune 5, 2012
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionScreenwriter; Novelist; Poet; Writer
  • WorksFahrenheit 451; The Martian Chronicles; Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • AwardsNational Medal Of Arts; Prometheus Award - Hall Of Fame