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Book: A Graveyard for Lunatics: Another Tale of Two Cities
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  1. Ray Bradbury _ A Graveyard for Lunatics:

    I wish I had known him, but he was just another shadow outside my screen door and I already had a sufficiency of shadows in.
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  2. Ray Bradbury _ A Graveyard for Lunatics:

    Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer's trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythic beasts to stir them, whispering, in the ten-billion-year slumbers.
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  3. Ray Bradbury _ A Graveyard for Lunatics:

    Once upon a time there were two cities within a city. One was light and one was dark. One moved restlessly all day while the other never stirred. One was warm and filled with ever-changing lights. One was cold and fixed in place by stones. And when the sun went down each afternoon on Maximus Films, the city of the living, it began to resemble Green Glade cemetery just across the way, which was the city of the dead."
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  4. Ray Bradbury _ A Graveyard for Lunatics:

    So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.
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  5. Ray Bradbury _ A Graveyard for Lunatics:

    Maggie Botwin.Prim, quiet lady, like an upright piano, seeming taller than she was because of the way she sat, rose and walked, and the way she held her hands in her lap and the way she coifed her hair up on top of her head, in some fashion out of World War I.I had once heard her on a radio show describe herself as a snake charmer.All that film whistling through her hands, sliding through her fingers, undulant and swift.All that time passing, but to pass and repass again.It was no different, she said, than life itself.The future rushed at you. You had a single instant, as it flashed by, to change it into an amiable, recognizable, and decent past. Instant by instant, tomorrow blinked in your grasp. If you did not seize without holding, shape without breaking, that continuity of moments, you left nothing behind. Your object, her object, all of our objects, was to mold and print ourselves on those single fits of future that, in the touching, aged into swiftly into vanishing yesterdays.
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