Quotes from “Something Wicked This Way Comes” by Ray Bradbury

“It really does!” he cried, in soft amaze.

“What does?”

“Hair! I read it all my life. In scary stories, it stands on end! Mine’s doing it—now!”

“Gosh, Jim. So’s mine!”
Have a drink!?”

“I don’t need it,” said Halloway. “But someone inside me does.”


The boy I once was, thought Halloway, who runs like the leaves down the sidewalk autumn nights.

But he couldn’t say that.
“It was the ‘Funeral March’! Played backwards!”

“Which ‘Funeral March’?”

“Which! Jim, Chopin only wrote one tune! The ‘Funeral March’!”
A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know, is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know. Acting without knowing takes you right off the cliff.
“Death makes everything else sad. But death itself only scares. If there wasn’t death, all the other things wouldn’t get tainted.”
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