Saturday, January 12, 2013

the well written - ray bradbury

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard
someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face
and it was dry.

Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the
rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and
fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

- Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale: A Novel of Ray Bradbury's 
Adventures Making Moby Dick with John Huston in Ireland

By Chris Buzelli

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