Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!
When they give you lined paper, write the other way.
Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.
We carry our homes in our heads.
Thus with the wisest of you all; you are ever unfixed.
They walked over to the body, thinking that perhaps they could still save the man’s life. They couldn’t believe that there wasn’t some way to help the man. It was the natural act of men who have not a...
The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.
The men were making too much noise, laughing, joking, to cover her terrible accusing silence below. She made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust go guilt that was sucked in...
Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and it's q...
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
Outside, a weather of stars ran clear in an ocean sky.
Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity.
Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin.
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
Man had become too much man and not enough animal
It's always someone else's husband dies, they say.
It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. Yo...
It doesn't think anything we don't want it to think.''That's sad,' said Montag, quietly, 'because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know.
I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's...
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...