We've gotta become the Martians. I'm a Martian - I tell you to become Martians. And we've gotta go to Mars and civilize Mars and build a whole civilization on Mars and then move out, 300 years from no...
They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes of the words of God spoken and vibrating in the shared deep.
Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.
His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.
It was a pleasure to burn.
They rounded a corner in thunder and siren, with concussion of tires, with scream of rubber with a shift of kerosene bulk in the glittery brass tank, like the food in the stomach of a giant, with Mont...
He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord.
And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. I...
No, said a voice, the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.
— А я завжди гадав, що Бог може бути тільки серйозним.— І при цьому створити качкодзьоба, верблюда, страуса і людину? Я Вас прошу!
You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it.
We’ll go on the river...or we’ll go that way. Or we’ll walk the highways now. And we’ll have time to put things into ourselves. And someday, after it sets into us a long time, it’ll come out her hands...
They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river flung them headlong where they must go. Up steps, three, six, nine, twelve!...
Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now,...
My grandfather ran off the V-2 rocket film a dozen times and then hoped that someday our cities would open up more and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we'r...
I think the sun is a flower,That blooms for just one hour.
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...
What did you give to the city, Montag?Ashes.What did the others give to each other?Nothingness.
Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.
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