…and do you know what?What?People don’t talk about anything.
–La gente no habla de nada. –Oh, tienen que hablar de algo. –No, no, de nada. Citan automóviles, ropas, piscinas, y dicen ¡qué bien! Pero siempre repiten lo mismo, y nadie dice nada diferente, y la ma...
Your insanity is beautifully complete!
When I was a boy in the midwest I used to go out and look at the stars at night and wonder about them.I guess every boy does that.When I wasn't looking at the stars, I was running in the my old or my...
What we do is us. Because of you. For that we came.
We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.
This is happening to me, said Montag.What a dreadful surprise, said Beatty. For everyone nowadays knows, absolutelyis certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are nocon...
Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shado...
The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...
Silence. Montag sat like a carved white stone. The echo of the final hammer on his skull died slowly away into the black cavern where Faber waited for the echoes to subside. And then when the startled...
La dignité de la vérité se perd dans l'excès de ses protestations
It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.
Is death being on a ship sailing and all your folks left back on the shore?
I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I fee...
I claim no victory. But there was blood on my gloves when I hung them up. When was the last time you did a story like that, out of pure indignation?
Hello! He said hello and then said, What are you up to now? I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. I don't think I'd like that, he said. You might if you tried. I never have. She...
He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid. Like here, standing. If he should scream, if he should holler f...
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand tou...
Don't they get afraid, then?They have a religion for that.
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.