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“In writing the short novel Fahrenheit 451 I thought I was describing a world that might evolve in four or five decades. But only a few weeks ago, in Beverly Hills one night, a husband and wife passed me, walking their dog. I stood staring after them, absolutely stunned. The woman held in one hand a small cigarette-package-sized radio, its antenna quivering. From this sprang tiny copper wires which ended in a dainty cone plugged into her right ear. There she was, oblivious to man and dog, listening to far winds and whispers and soap-opera cries, sleep-walking, helped up and down curbs by a husband who might just as well not have been there. This was not fiction.”

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“Las calaveras y los huesos no me impresionan —dijo Marie—. No tienen nada de humano. No me asustan. Son como cosas de insectos. Si un niño creciera sin saber que tiene un esqueleto, los huesos no significarían nada para él, ¿no es así? A mí me pasa lo mismo. Esto ha perdido todo lo humano. No se los reconoce y por eso mismo no son horribles. Para que algo sea horrible tiene que haber sufrido un cambio que uno pueda reconocer. No hay cambios aquí. Son todavía esqueletos, lo que fueron siempre. La parte que cambió ha desaparecido y no queda ninguna señal. ¿No es interesante?”

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“No parecían nada más que las estructuras preliminares de un escultor: el marco de alambre, los primeros tendones de arcilla, los músculos y una delgada laca de piel. Estaban sin terminar, los ciento quince. Tenían el color del pergamino y parecía que la piel había sido puesta a secar, extendida de hueso a hueso. Los cuerpos estaban intactos y solo habían perdido los humores acuosos.”

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“El terrible rebote de la visión, que aumentaba y aumentaba, tomando ímpetu de un pecho hinchado a una boca torcida, de muro a muro, de muro a muro, otra vez, otra vez, como una pelota arrojada en un juego, recogida por unos dientes increíbles, escupida en una corriente que cruzaba el corredor y alcanzada luego por unas garras, alojada entre unos pechos flacos y todo el coro de pie cantando invisiblemente y animando el juego, el juego disparatado de la vista que retrocedía, rebotaba, con repetido movimiento de lanzadera a lo largo de la procesión inconcebible, a través de una sucesión de horrores erectos que terminaba al fin y de una vez por todas cuando la visión chocaba en el extremo del corredor y todos daban un último grito.”

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“Marie no podía hablarle a Joseph pues no conocía ninguna palabra que él conociera, y Joseph no decía nada que ella pudiera entender, y Marie se fue entonces a la cama y se acostó y Joseph se quedó quieto dándole la espalda y era como uno de esos hombres morenos de este pueblo lejano como la luna, y la tierra real estaba en alguna otra parte a la que no podía llegarse sino por una escalera de estrellas.”

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“Si hablaran esta noche, por lo menos, qué buena sería la noche y qué fácil sería respirar y cómo le fluiría la sangre fácilmente por las venas de los tobillos y las muñecas y los brazos, pero no hablaban y la noche era diez mil tictacs y diez mil retorcimientos de las mantas, y la almohada parecía una estufita blanca bajo las mejillas y la oscuridad del cuarto era un mosquito que tejía una red en el aire y que en alguna vuelta la envolvía a ella. Si se dijeran una palabra, una sola palabra… Pero no había palabras, y las venas no se distendían en las muñecas y el corazón soplaba como un fuelle sobre un brasero de miedo, animando el fuego con una luz de cereza, una vez y otra vez, un latido y otra vez, una luz de adentro que los ojos interiores de Marie miraban con una fascinación involuntaria.”

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“There are two races of people -- men and women -- no matter what women's libbers would have you pretend. The male is motivated by toys and science because men are born with no purpose in the universe except to procreate. There is lots of time to kill beyond that. They've got to find work. Men have no inherent center to themselves beyond procreating. Women, however, are born with a center. They can create the universe, mother it, teach it, nurture it. Men read science fiction to build the future. Women don't need to read it. They are the future.”

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“As a result of reading science fiction when I was eight, I grew up with an interest in music, architecture, city planning, transportation, politics, ethics, aesthetics on any level, art...it's just total! It's a complete commitment to the whole human race on all the Earth. That's what science fiction is about.”

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“There are certain kinds of people who write science fiction. I think a lot of us married late. A lot of us are mama's boys. I lived at home until I was 27. But most of the writers I know in any field, especially science fiction, grew up late. They're so interested in doing what they do and in their science, they don't think about other things.”

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“I define science fiction as the art of the possible. Fantasy is the art of the impossible. Science fiction, again, is the history of ideas, and they're always ideas that work themselves out and become real and happen in the world. And fantasy comes along and says, 'We're going to break all the laws of physics.' ... Most people don't realize it, but the series of films which have made more money than any other series of films in the history of the universe is the James Bond series. They're all science fiction, too - romantic, adventurous, frivolous, fantastic science fiction!”

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“Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible.”

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“I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. ... I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories - science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

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