We’re going off to Tokyo today, so I haven’t much time to dedicate to a long post, though I have plenty circulating in my brain. But to make sure that I stick to my goal of posting every day, I present to you one of my favorite quotes. It’s from a short story by Ray Bradbury, from probably my favorite short story by him. I’ve liked Bradbury’s novels, but for me, his short stories are often like little masterpieces. So, here you go.

“I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”
≫ Ray Bradbury, “The Fog Horn”