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“The psychiatrist wants to know why I go out and hike around in the forests and watch the birds and collect butterflies. I'll show you my collection some day.Good.They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it?”

Quote by Ray Bradbury

Book:Fahrenheit 451: A Novel
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Fahrenheit 451: A Novel

Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 is a thought-provoking novel set in a future society where books are banned and firemen start fires to destroy them. The story follows a fireman named Guy Montag who questions the status quo and becomes involved in a rebellion against the oppressive government. more

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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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