“Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”
Like we all will, his watch stopped. Stopped, after long decades of producing real magic for his eager audience. His voice, his words, his visions, and those glasses, will accompany me for the rest of my life, as fond memories.
“Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the Universe together into one garment for us.”
And he was a master of the patchwork. He was one of those unique voices that helped shaped many of our childhoods, with scares, wonder, and thrills. His was a very special voice that we all should try and carry on in hearts and on our book shelves
I know all of us old fans will be taking time to pull out an old favorite to peruse. But I hope as well, we can entice some more to give one of his books a chance, perhaps one of his beautiful short stories? Or, maybe take some time with one of the movies drawn from his work, or the TV series.
He had a fascinating impact on storytelling, leaving us an array of works and media to enjoy.
Something Wicked This Way Comes:
Or, listen to Bradbury himself: