Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my own life down the middle; they are my enemies.
They stood there, King of the Hill, Top of the Heap, Ruler of All They Surveyed, Unimpeachable Monarchs and Presidents, trying to understand what it meant to own a world and how big a world really was...
Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.
In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed...
I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!
I sat and three hours later realized I had been seized by an idea that started short but grew to wild size by day's end. The concept was so riveting I found it hard at sunset to flee the library basem...
Grandma, he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the center of creation, all things revol...
Dad, will they ever come back?No. And yes. Dad tucked away his harmonica. No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God knows what shape they'll come in next. But sunrise, noon,...
Video games are a waste of time for men with nothing else to do. Real brains don't do that.
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.
Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.
There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.
That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
Somewhere, a book said once, all the talk ever talked, all the songs ever sung, still lived, had vibrated way out in space and if you could travel to Far Centauri you could hear George Washington talk...
One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing on slopes, housewives lumbering like great black bears in the...
Oh, death in space was most humorous.
It followed then that when Hitler burned a book I felt it as keenly, please forgive me, as his killing a human, for in the long sum of history they are one and the same flesh.
If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve.
INTERVIEWERYou’re self-educated, aren’t you?BRADBURY
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the...