Quote by Ray Bradbury
Facts quite often, I fear to confess, like lawyers, put me to slee

Facts quite often, I fear to confess, like lawyers, put me to sleep at noon. Not theories, however. Theories are invigorating and tonic. Give me an ounce of fact and I will produce you a ton of theory by tea this afternoon. That is, after all, my job. – Ray Bradbury

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