It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around you couldn't see the town. But on the other hand there wasn't...
It was a simple thing. All terror is a simplicity. (Interval In Sunlight)
His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.
Do you understand now why books are hated and feared? Because they reveal the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only the faces of the full moon, wax, faces without pores, hairless...
And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, . . .
Amoebas cannot sin because they reproduce by fission. They do not covet wives or murder each other.
A train has a poor memory; it soon puts all behind it.
A book is a loaded gun.
Останал сам, имаш възможност да обмислиш нещата из основи.
If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"...
You don't have to turn on the TV set. You don't have to work on the Internet. It's up to you.
My religion encompasses all religions. I believe in God, I believe in the universe. I believe you are god, I believe I am god I believe the earth is god and the universe is god. We're all god.
„Musí ti být jasné, že náš civilizovaný svět je tak rozlehlý, že si nemůžeme dovolit, aby menšiny byly nespokojené a neklidné. Zeptej se sám sebe, čeho u nás chceme dosáhnout především? Lidé chtějí bý...
— И ти обичаш да плачеш, но не си го признаваш. Наплаче ли се човек, всичко му минава.
It’s just how you look at it, Charlie. Things are what you want them to be.
Hungry eyes,
Yell. Jump. Play. Out-run those sons-of-bitches. They'll never live the way you live. Go do it.
What did you give to the city, Montag?Ashes.What did the others give to each other?Nothingness.
We got caught reading nights with flashlights under our sheets, right? So, nobody'll suspect an old jar of fireflies; folks'll think it's just a night museum.
Vivimos en una época en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiércol. Incluso los fuegos artificiales, pese a su belleza, proceden de la químic...