
Some could barely contain their excitement, knowing that they would soon be talking to the author of Fahrenheit 451, Martian Chronicles, and so much more.

"Jesus Christ!" So said the beloved writer each time he got excited tonight. (I do believe he even said "goddamit" once.)
He told stories about famous directors (Federico Fellini, John Huston), writers (Aldous Huxley, Christopher Isherwood), special effects guys (Ray Harryhausen), and I don't know who all.
He told of going to Ireland with John Huston to write a screenplay of Moby-Dick. "I am Herman Melville," he told the director toward the end of the project.

Bradbury, who is 88 years old, spoke of love. He is, he told us, "the world's greatest lover." His loves—books, libraries, movies, people, etc.—have always yielded something beyond themselves, he insists.
"Do what you love and love what you do," he announced.
Annie tells me she was mightily inspired by the fellow.
"Yeah? What are you inspired to do?"