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Quote by Ray Bradbury

“Have a drink?" " I don't need it," said Halloway. "But someone inside me does." "Who?" The boy I once was, thought Halloway, who runs like the leaves down the sidewalk autumn nights. But he couldn't say that. So he drank, eyes shut, listening to hear if that thing inside turned over again, rustling in the deep bons that were stacked for burning but never burned.”

Quote by Ray Bradbury

Book:Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Written by Ray Bradbury, this classic novel tells the story of two boys who witness strange and terrifying occurrences in their hometown as a mysterious carnival arrives. The book delves into the psychological and emotional impact of these events on the characters, while also examining the nature of evil and the passage of time. more

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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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