The writer who develops a beautiful style, but has nothing to say, represents a kind of arrested esthetic development; he is like a pianist who acquires a brilliant technique by playing finger-exercises, but never gives a concert.

She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave the town.

Non possiamo dire in quale preciso momento nasca l’amicizia. Come nel riempire una caraffa a goccia a goccia, c’è finalmente una stilla che la fa traboccare, così in una sequela di atti gentili ce n’è infine uno che fa traboccare il cuore.

Written By Ray Bradbury

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