Doom. Doom. You sound like a funeral bell tolling,' said Grandfather. 'Talk like that is worse than swearing. I won't wash out your mouth with soap, however. A thimbleful of dandelion wine is indicate...
Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?
Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived?
But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn’t want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of...
Business or profession?''I guess you'd call me a writer.'No profession,' said the police car, as if talking to itself. The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen, needle thrust through chest.
Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it's...
And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering.
And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.
A red neon sign flickered dimly, buzzed like a dying insect, as they passed.
I'm never going to go to Mars, but I've helped inspire, thank goodness, the people who built the rockets and sent our photographic equipment off to Mars.
Find out what your hero or heroine wants, and when he or she wakes up in the morning, just follow him or her all day..
How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?
To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.
Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as...
I'm not in control of my muse. My muse does all the work.
When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.
„Аз не говоря за самите неща, сър — бе казал Фейбър. — Говоря за смисъла на нещата. Седя тук и зная, че живея.
Нито един човек не е тъй велик като своите идеи.
You don’t ask a dream if it is real, or you wake up.
You don't stay for nothing.