Your insanity is beautifully complete!
You're insane!I won't argue that point.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one whi...
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.
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.
Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.
It shows too much. Women are meant to be inhaled, not impaled.
I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, an...
I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
God bless the lawn mower, he thought. Who was the fool who made January first New Year’s Day? No, they should set a man to watch the grasses across a million Illinois, Ohio, and Iowa lawns, and on tha...
And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rituals of summer, for they felt that now the final day, the final night had come. As the day grew late...
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...
Be your own self. Love what YOU love.
The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were. Even the smile...
И карлик, взобравшись на плечи великана, видит дальше его.
We need to make progress. Otherwise we're waiting for news in a world where there is no longer any news.
Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of t...
The police helicopters were rising so far away that it seemed someone had blown the gray head off a dry dandelion flower. Two dozen of them flurried, wavering, indecisive, three miles off, like butter...
That's sad, said Montag, quietly,(referring to The Hound) because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know.
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...