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The October Country

Haunting, harrowing, and downright horrifying, this classic collection from the modern master of the fantastic features: THE SMALL ASSASSIN: a fine, healthy baby boy was the new mother's dream come true -- or her nightmare . . . THE EMISSARY: the f

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“He stood very straight and thought of nothing, or at least thought of thinking nothing.”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

““Don’t these people ever get lonely?” “They’re used to it this way.” “Don’t they get afraid, then?” ”They have a religion for that.” “I wish I had a religion.” “The minute you get a religion you stop thinking,” he said. “Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.””

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

“Anna said, “Must they have a reason?” “No, not if they’re insane, no,” said Juliet. “In that case no reasons are necessary.””

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

““It will only take a minute,” said Uncle Einar’s sweet wife. “I refuse,” he said. “And that takes but a second.””

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

“More murders are committed at ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit than any other temperature. Over one hundred, it’s too hot to move. Under ninety, cool enough to survive. But right at ninety-two degrees lies the apex of irritability, everything is itches and hair and sweat and cooked pork. The brain beco…”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

“All the sadder that Stone, on the brink of his greatest work, turned one day and went off to live in a town we shall call Obscurity by the sea best named The Past.”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

““Oh,” said Brunilla, the cow-searcher. “A man with wings.” That was how she took it. She was startled, yes, but she had never been hurt in her life, so she wasn’t afraid of anyone, and it was a fancy thing to see a winged man and she was proud to meet him.”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

“THE OCTOBER COUNTRY …that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics,…”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

“Beer's intellectual. What a shame so many idiots drink it.”

— Ray Bradbury, books.google.com

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