The need for romance is constant, and again, it’s pooh-poohed by intellectuals.It’s like my friend Mr. Electrico. … he was a real man. That was his real name.I’m glad you’re back in my life.Welcome back.I went home and within days I started to write. I’ve never stopped.When he came to me, he touched me on the brow, and on the nose, and on the chin, and he said to me, in a whisper, “Live forever.â€Â And I decided to.
Ray Bradbury