Bradbury is a Genius.
"The point is obvious. There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-Day Adventists, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme."
"For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow for the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conservationist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground of each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperitives begin, run and rule. If Mormons do not like my plays let them write their own. If Irish hate my Dublin stories, let them rent typewriters. If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentances shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture. If the Chicano intellectuals wish to re-cut my "Wonderful Ice Cream Suit" so it shapes "Zoot," may the belt unravel and the pants fall."
-Ray Bradbury, Coda to Fahrenheit 451.
"For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow for the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conservationist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground of each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperitives begin, run and rule. If Mormons do not like my plays let them write their own. If Irish hate my Dublin stories, let them rent typewriters. If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentances shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture. If the Chicano intellectuals wish to re-cut my "Wonderful Ice Cream Suit" so it shapes "Zoot," may the belt unravel and the pants fall."
-Ray Bradbury, Coda to Fahrenheit 451.